Why?

Why do I want to run from the "good?" And why do I think of the "bad?" I'm not supposed to be thinking in terms of good or bad but why do I still love the people who were HORRIBLE to me. Horrible. And why can't I trust what the lovely people say? And why is "I think I'm falling in love with you" such a scary thing? So many lies, so many promises not kept, so many broken plans...it makes me cynical, untrusting. How do you combat that?

Monsters by Alltime Low

I'm wondering why do all the monsters come out at night?
Why do we sleep where we want to hide?
Why do I run back to you
Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life?
Why am I a sucker for all your lies?
Strung out like laundry on every line
Why do I come back to you
Like I don't mind if you fuck up my life?

I'm addicted to the way you hurt, the way you contradict me
I swear everything look worse at night, I think I'm overthinking
I don't care who I might hurt along the way, I'm fuckin' sinking
Into every word, I don't care if you're lyin' when I'm drinking

So, tell me pretty lies, look me in my face
Tell me that you love me, even if it's fake
You can lead me on and leave these questions in my sheets
I'm under it, I made my bed and I'm still wonderin'

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