If it's for my own good,
why do I feel so sick?

You can come back tomorrow,
everything would be fine

You can come back someday,
everything will be fine

You're never coming back,
why do I feel so sick?

I still have scars left,
from all the times you injected your essence into my veins

Sweetheart how could you leave?
Why did you go?
Was there another victim
that you kept on the down low?

"Open your eyes,
you're free; she let you go"
But what becomes of me next?
It scares me not to know

You trapped me in the dark for so long
I no longer know how to see in the light
I could feel your chains break,
but without the weight what good is a fight?

(There is no cure for love,
not for the sick twisted love
between a victim and her captor)

Just where did we go wrong

I am drawn to what destroys me

You are the smoke in my lungs,
the alcohol in my bloodstream,
a drug injected in my vein

You don't know what love is,
yet you consume mine like a parasite

(You overwash your hands
lather, rinse, repeat
You **** the goodness from my heart
love me, hate me, leave me,
repeat)

being alive is the real nightmare

I don't know what it is about you
No one's ever made me feel quite like this

Call you Haley, Athena, Fawn, Chere...it doesn't matter to me, really
Wasn't it Shakespeare who said "A rose is still a rose by any other name?"
I'm quoting that wrong, I'm sure,
but you have a way of jumbling my words

All I know it that you are you,
and I want nothing more than you
Love isn't a cure for sickness,
of that I am aware
But I want to help in any way I can
because your happiness is the world to me

My dear princess, may I be your shining knight?
The one who protects you from the monsters?
Life is no fairy tale, I know,
but God
Happily ever after only exists with you