Art of Losing

I'm not f**king blind to the way that you talk around the truth not just what you say but what you do played this tug of war way too f**king long like every time again I've lost you've won you took advantage of the trust that I gave took my forgiveness rubbed it back in my face reaching for words but there's nothing to say I'm left to wonder will this ever be the same this rage burning through my veins regret consumes my mind cutting deeply like a razor blade will I live to see another day without questioning your motives with constant doubt you took advantage of the trust that I gave took my forgiveness rubbed it back in my face reaching for words but there's nothing to say I'm left to wonder will this ever be the same and as we sit back waiting for these scars to heal try to convince ourselves that this that this isn't real will you allow me to forget your past or will you always hang it over my head