You Have Been Warned

“Tell me you still don't like him after that”
What could I say
He's a bad guy of course I dont still like him
I couldn't get the words out 
I knew that tomorrow I would wake up
Still desperate for him
Still desiring the way he looks at me
What could I say
That I threw everything I’ve ever believed out the window
And I don't know why.
That loving him was killing me
But I didn't know how to stop.
“Yeah”

“You need to get over that”
How could I explain it to you
In a way that’s simple
Could I say
I was in love with something I hate–hated.
Would that make sense?
If I could choose
My heart would not belong to him.
My heart would not be his to destroy.
“Im trying”

“You think he would treat you well”
No, but I hope he would
That's the thing
That has always destroyed me
My hope
My hope that deep down he's a good guy
Blinded by hope
I forget to see the things right in front of me.
I forget to hear the warnings.
“I don’t know”

“I don't trust him”
Their words of warning
Pass through me like a knife
I knew they were right
But the blood
I bleed comes straight from my heart
A heart beats for him.