I know you.

You keep saying I'm playing you and lying, but I've never done anything with anyone. You tell me you know how to put things together and you're smart. Well, you are smart. You're just paranoid. You've been hurt before and before, you've done the hurting. You keep saying that you "know the game" better than I think you do, but I'm not playing any games. And I told you not to take your insecurities out on me and you had the balls to say that you don't have any. No. You're paranoid and scared. So don't try that macho shit with me. I see past that shit and you know it. Don't pretend like you don't know what the fuck I'm talking about. Because believe it or not, I fucking know you. I know your flaws. I know your struggles. I know your heartbreaks. I know your cheaters. I know the pain. I know the nightmares that keep you up at night. I know about your family. I know about the abandoned train car thing your brother always took you to. I know about your mother and father. I know about the radio that wasn't plugged in. I know about the hard shit you hate talking about. So don't say you don't have insecurities. Because damnit. I know you. Apparently a lot better than you like to think I do.