i don't live for the rush of excitement
the fleeting taste of sweetness
or the sharp twinge of my nerves

i don't live for the thought of you
clouding up my head everyday
one more memory away
from seeing you again

i don't live for the bitter moments
that crowd my life
numb, unfeeling events
that make me question myself at night

i don't live for a lot of things
and i don't want to live by your rules
so why do i find myself desperately
so desperately
trying to please you?