Refund

I'm paying dearly for loving you. Can someone please get me a refund? A daily cycle of despair and misery, a nightmare of continuous re-runs. Our toxic love has seeped out, just look at the damage that we've done. Shooting down hopes and innocence, like a bullet fired from a handgun. We try to sever ties and say goodbyes, to a love that's coming undone. Not much time ever goes by, until we're returning at a dead run. We've been drawn together, ever since it first begun. We just keep on returning, though I'll admit it's no longer fun.