To find equilibrium may be the hardest deed
Between the passions and the fun
seems similar indeed
Sometimes we want to run
But to stay is all we need
Though a immediate solution would be just simply not to sleep

I play
I flirt just to play
I get feelings and lose control of myself
It always happens the same way

I retract
I act like a ****
I probably am
It always happens the same way

I feel bad
I cause so much pain
I can't go back
It always happens the same way

I blame her
I get over it by feeding hate and despair
To me it's never my fault
It always happens the same way

I play
I get to into the emotion and fall for my own game

I can't help it
I'm just that way
Sometimes i don't like it
It always happens the same way

Everyone seems to be sad
Everyone seems to be so melancholic
Everyones reality seems to be so, obscure
Everyone seems to be hurt
Everyone seems to be heart broken
I
I'm just
Intoxicated
I
I'm just
Intoxicated
I
I'm just
Intoxicated

INTOXICATED

She became such an outcast,
An outsider;
That she started to detest everything common.
She found everything muddled up in a cliché:
A cliché she refused to follow,
So it was in that, perhaps, that she could gain her destined mystery.
She felt that she creates too many imperfections
Out of pure self existence,
But of course she continues to exist anyway.