I can’t tell you how it’s killing me.
Where I lye bleeding, the darkness is feeding.
I don’t know if there’s anything I can believe.
The pressure is receding but I can’t find the meaning.
No matter what I do, I can’t find the key.
Why don’t you love me anymore?
As my mind is reeling, I scream at the ceiling.
You always strike me to the core.
I’m way beyond healing because I can’t fight the feeling.
All you ever do is treat me like a whore.
You know you always catch me unprepared.
I feel myself going dim, fading from within.
The times that you’re with me are always so rare.
I can never win because I always give in.
I’m not even sure if you still care.
I hate what you’re breaking.
This is like a test; I’m out of breath.
And I can’t even tell if you’re faking.
I’m such a mess; you’re loving me to death.
Why can’t you ever give back some of what you’re taking?
