Somewhere along the line,
I lost all self control.
Reckless actions led to reckless feelings I've never felt before.

I tried to fight them off,
but I just can't get enough.
These reckless feelings have me touching the ceiling and ending on the ground.

Because every time I push,
they pull me in again.
And every time I pull,
they push me down.
I'm on my hands and knees,
begging for mercy,
when the only I can give mercy to myself.

Broken things don't mend themselves,
love doesn't grow without proper soil.
My brains got rust on all the gears but I won't give them any oil.

I love to fly 'cause I love the high,
even if I crash and burn.
I'll relive it over and over again because I know I'll never learn.

I will start the fire,
and let myself burn.
And I will break my bones,
and end up on the shelf.
I'm on my hands and knees,
begging for mercy,
when only I can give mercy to myself.