Maybe drugs are a good replacement of loneliness because being with you is like being in a different mental state.
And that mental state is called happiness and I don't know how to get there anymore.
So rip open  my chest and grab my heart with your hand and tell me everything will be okay
Because I'll believe you
And I couldn't believe anybody else
But that's what tears me apart inside is knowing that you want something else
Knowing that you could never talk to me again and be okay
So I'll just go back to my room and close my door
Wishing that you were on my bed smiling back at me
But I'd tear out my own eyes if you left because I'd rather see nothing then to never see you again.