How can you tell me all this shit? You love me, you always have loved me since the day we met, I hurt you so bad, I am the reason you treat women badly, you cant wait to be with me, you never stop thinking about me, I'm lucky you don't hate my guts. How can you tell me that you worship the ground I walk on and when I finally let you into my heart, my home, you fuck off and leave me hanging. Because I don't want to sleep with you the first day I see you after three and a half years. Well I'm sorry I'm not like the rest of your slutty ex girlfriends that jump into your pants when you say the word. I'm sorry I have a slither of self-respect.

You've got her in your pocket and there's no way out, now.

so tell me now

If this aint love then how do we get out?