And isn't it ironic? To crave the things you hate?
Being an alcoholic who can't stand the taste of it's nectar?
To be an addict who can't handle the bittersweet taste?
To be addicted to the very people who want to get rid of you?
But when you're given the low road, you're left chasing the high.
It's not usually attainable, but please try your best to survive.
And i know you don't want to just be alive, you want to live a life that counts.
So please try your best, because i know you don't believe in what's in the clouds.
And i know i'll never come close to anything real.
So i'm stuck losing my dignity and making ****** deals.
While i'm drowning in this mess and trying to find someone or something real.
Trying my best to heal.
Yeah my lips are still sealed.
I don't know where i'm going, or in which direction i should make my way.
I'm just trying to mend this mess day by day.
Failing to cut out the liars and the fakes.
Realizing that it's only my life at stake.
So why is it my time to leave, is this all fake?
I keep love in my heart, just waiting to let it out in just the right place.
But it seems no one wants to fully open the gate.
I'm damaged beyond belief, when the **** am i gunna find my place.
Not only in this world, but in the eyes and hearts of others.
I guess i can be vicious, but all i really need in life is a lover.
But when your hopes are too high you start to question your worth.
I guess you set me up for failure because i thought i knew love but i really only loved you first.