It's just how I am.
I can't help it if I'm like that.
I want to stop being one, a manipulator,
but I'm too busy laying on the cold ground.
Miles away from the warmth inside your heart.
Even if I'm not the most honest person around,
you can stop beating me like this.
It's not my fault I'm a manipulator.
You keep on trying to get inside my heart,
but I don't let you in because it doesn't exist.
Then you get mad and hit me again.
I don't know why I keep doing this,
maybe it's since you're the only one like me.
We nothings must stick together.
Even the manipulator and the abuser!
Now you lay on the cold ground next to me.
And then you kiss my face, just like the old times,
where you and I used to be happy.
But now our hearts are miles apart.