Special

Tell me that he's evil,
Tell me those eyes aren't fair.
I'll tell you how smooth his lies
and the strain of magic, fake voice

people accuse me of melting from charm
but you can never know, can never know
exactly how much I loved him
and how much he hurt me.

And now
to feel his lips, to feel his touch against my skin
makes me sick

but like many of you
many of you, who make me sick?

I
still
love him.