What a horrible night to have a curse
A torment that can only be described in verse
A pain never ceasing, calculating in its agony
A virus that knows no antidote, a craving that cannot be pleased

My curse isn't hereditary
in fact to some oh it may be ordinary
my curse is simple, I don't know how to love anymore
I feel so used up and dried out, like a lemon too long in a store

i keep getting scared of showing affection
like I'm just being used to fill some connection
I keep trying to avoid this but I can't show discretion
I keep wandering in an unknown direction...