Taylor Swift
Juxtaposition
When it’s good, it’s good
When it’s bad, it’s like a living nightmare
Fair enough, you’ve had many before
The ones who treated you badly
Lately, I’ve been thinking though
If you’ve been hurt
Why did you hurt me as well?
If you know that feeling
But I’m the one who needs healing?

Jekyll and Hyde
Hide your emotions
When you want to love me
You’re next to me by my side
But when you don’t feel like it
You are nowhere to be found
It’s rare
It’s funny
The juxtaposition
Drink in your hand
Mine on your waistline
Until it wears off
You and your gamе plan
Will you be around mine or hers tomorrow night
It’s cruеl
It’s love?
The juxtaposition
Did I ever get to meet the real you?
Your body was next to me
But your heart nowhere to be found
Blamed me for all of your untreated problems
Screaming, crying on your bedroom floor
Then you kissed me
Used it like a bandage
But you can’t bandage a bullet wound

Jekyll and Hyde
Hide my emotions
When you want to love me
You’re next to me by my side
But when you don’t feel like it
You are nowhere to be found
It’s rare
It’s funny
The juxtaposition
Drink in your hand
Mine on your waistline
Until it wears off
You and your game plan
Will you be around mine or hers tomorrow night
It’s cruel
It’s love?
The juxtaposition
You fall in love madly
The crying into kissing
The loving into fighting
The hurting into feelings
Then you feel like the fool, you let him in again ‘cause of the good days, good dates, good nights
You start to only remember the good parts
Not the screaming, fighting, crying and your soul dying
He sold you a fantasy, my bedroom walls tells a different story
Then he says no more
But they still put out their hand
And say let’s go

The juxtaposition
Hide my emotions
When you want to love me
You’re next to me by my side
But when you don’t feel like it
You are nowhere to be found
It’s rare
It’s funny
The juxtaposition
Drink in your hand
Mine on your waistline
Until it wears off
You and your game plan
Will you be around mine or hers tomorrow night
It’s cruel
It’s all on you?
The juxtaposition