'm living in a corpse that does my bidding,
And I'm a prisoner in these walls, wondering where you are right now.
It's been a while since I last saw you, I wonder if you've changed,
And though I promise her I will stop, I somehow can't stay away.
It's not about endorphins anymore, this is about dependency.
This dirty habit is smothering me, but I would sell my soul for another line.
I could reach in my pockets, and they'd turn out empty.
I'm starting to think it's a waste of time.
Staying up all night, and talking about nothing.
She is indifferent, and I do the loving.
This situation can only get worse, at the end of the night I'm overwhelmed.
The only thing that can calm me down, is the thing that locked me in this cell.
"You didn't do anything, honestly. It's just hard to explain.
You didn't do anything wrong. Can we just leave it at that, please?
I'm sorry I hurt you; it was an abrupt situation.
I needed some things sorted out.
It's really fucking hard to explain.
Stop stressing and take care of yourself."
It's hard to think positively
When all we talk about is what I did wrong.
If you were in my shoes, you'd do the same goddamn thing,
But I still believe the excuses you tell.
I try to reassure you, and say your feelings are valid,
But I'm scared. Oh, I'm scared
No matter what I do, you will always see me in that way.
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