Lie to me.

Tell me you love me, just this once. You don’t have to mean it, I just need to hear it. You’ve told me so many lies before and today, this is the only one I need from you. You always tell me you are done with this, that I don’t mean a thing to you, but I can never believe it, even if it is the only thing you have ever told me. I am the stereotypical example of a girl who likes the chase. I want (need) what I cannot have.

If you tell me what I need to hear, I am sure I’ll grow bored of you. I will lost interest and ask for nothing more from you again. This will be it, don’t you understand? Lie to me one last time; make the last one a good one.