The Hypocrite from Puzzle Pieces by Abby Carpenter

Only if we were closer, maybe then I could explain
What I’ve been meaning to say because I’m tired of playing games.
I don’t think you understand that this is all for you:
Every second, every word I speak, and everything I do…
I do it for you!

I’ve been wondering, yeah, what’s on your mind?
Trying to make sense of what I’m feeling inside.
And I’ve loved you so long, but the timing was wrong.
Starting to think I should call it quits.
If I can’t be your girlfriend, then I’ll stop playing pretend.
I want your love like a hypocrite.

I’m starting to realize that you may feel this, too,
But when I look in the mirror all I see is electric blue.
I don’t think you understand that what we have is deep.
Conscious confusion - I’m so tired I can’t sleep.
You make my love feel cheap!

I’ve been wondering, yeah, what’s on your mind?
Trying to make sense of what I’m feeling inside.
And I’ve loved you so long, but the timing was wrong.
Starting to think I should call it quits.
If I can’t be your girlfriend, then I’ll stop playing pretend.
I want your love like a hypocrite.

All I need is verbally for you to speak your love to me.
I see it now, it’s in the cards: the four of coins, the king of hearts.
With lips unsealed, the truth’s revealed, the veil torn off...
Now spin the wheel, ‘cause I want something real!

I’ve been wondering, yeah, what’s on your mind?
Trying to make sense of what I’m feeling inside.
And I’ve loved you so long, but the timing was wrong.
Starting to think I should call it quits.
Oh, baby, if I can’t be your girlfriend, then I’ll stop playing pretend.
I want your love like a hypocrite.

I’ve been wondering, oooh, what's on your mind?
The hypocrites, the hypocrites...

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