Your smiles and sorry's Are like bad habits That never die hard.
Begging for my forgiveness Knowing if you beg Just enough, I'll break like a twig Under your feet.
I am a nice person, A nice, forgiving person. But- Even I know that Eventually, there is a pattern. You are bound, To this Earth, To make the same mistakes.
Your same mistakes Are like a bad drug. You can't just shake it. Withdrawal- Night sweats and hallucinations. Gotta go back for more. Itching for that burning taste. There you are, Begging again...