you say that you love me
but what does it mean.

nothing.

it doesn't mean a thing.
just like those silly little lies
that crumble and fall in the end.

don't tell me you love me
because I know you don't mean it.

you're just saying it
to say it.
and then you walk right out the door
to someone I'll never know.
who you only know
through the vainness of yourself.

I used to think I knew you
from every flaw
to every beautiful inch of you.
but now I know I don't know you at all.

and I don't need the extra pain you've caused me
to sink deeper into my soul.
I must get out.
I have to get out.

so goodbye
I need to move on
but I know you already have.

so don't tell me you love me
because I know that you don't mean it.