Strung Along

This room is rotating
I can't tell if it's warm or cold
And I wanna hold you tight, but at the same time id rather be on my own
Is it prevalent that the more I think, the more I shatter?
And is it confident to think that the harder I try, the more I better?

No!
I've been strung along, for three fucking years
Have felt numerous times where love and hate meet
We gotta try, just a little bit harder
Can't think of what we could have been
The result is here, you gotta live your fear

The fury in me, has reached it's peak
Still can't believe I'm going through with this
How can I love you, when I can't even love myself?
Truth is, you'd fucking hate me if you knew the truth

For pleasures past, I do not grieve nor perils gathering near
My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear