Every time I breathe you in....
Every time I take a hit....
Sometimes the room will spin, and
my mind will stop thinking.
Other times I feel ashamed, my
stupidity begins it's reign...
This isn't me... This isn't my thing....
I hate how you fix me, and
I hate how you make me break!
I hate how part of me needs you
and sometimes there's the want.
I hate how I can't look my
father in his eyes, afraid he'll see
what his daughter has become.
I can't condone to what I do,
but yet sometimes it makes me feel good.
This isn't me... This isn't my thing....
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