When I think about love and passion
I always find myself hurting and crashing

Full of bumps, bruises and nothing but the blues
Makes me think of my life as the same old news

Deciphering between being the victim
or committing the crime leaves me blind

With nothing else to do but think of myself
I have a quick discussion about the circumstances

I have only been through way to many times
And has drawn the same conclusion every time

I am a gluten for punishment, and enjoy it