You told me you loved me.

I hate you. You’re cunning.

I see this becoming more 

than I had ever wanted or intended.

I see you. I hear you. 

It’s all in my rearview now.

I’m never coming back.

I’m never leaving faster. 

No one is faithful anymore. 

You done, you done, you done wrong.

No one’s in love.

No one is faithful anymore.