Hurt Me Again

Why? Why now, after all this time? Why did you call me tonight? To dig that knife into my back just a little bit deeper? To lead me down that dead-end road again? I know you. I know how you work. I know all your tricks. And yet, Here I find myself on the phone with you, Hoping you called to apologize. But I know you. You won’t say you’re sorry, Even if you really do regret your betrayal. You’re too proud, Too stubborn. And besides, Why should I even forgive you? You hurt me. You know you did. Again, And again, And again. So much pain. So much suffering. So much sorrow. And yet, Here I find myself willing to let you back in. Love sucks, And so do you. But I guess I do to, Because I let you. I let you hurt me.