I can't shake these feelings; you should be mine.
But I'm running out of emotion, and out of time.

He's controlling, possessive; a piece of trash.
Yet, still, you just want for it to last.

He's no better than I was, in fact he's actually worse.
But you're stuck on this love, as if it quenches thirst.

I'll never understand. Never figure out why.
You asked me if he was right, and I surely didn't lie.

He's no good. He's worse than my darkness.
But for some stupid reason, HE passes your test?

What should pain me turns to rage. I don't know what to do.
Nothing heals me in the slightest, compared to everything from you.

I wish everything was as broken as my heart... As my soul.
Maybe I wouldn't feel destroyed. Maybe I wouldn't feel alone...