I have this tingling up my spine This voice that pleads at me daily This nagging that won't subside
I hurt myself Saving you from a hell you created I'd rather hurt you Showing you what you deserve
I've made a beast out of myself Caging things to enjoy the craving Giving into one sin to make another subside
My hypocrisy sickens me Yet I revel in it like a fine wine In the fact that I can do this to myself In the fact that this can be done to me In the fact that I hide it so well that no one ever has a clue
I feel myself cracking down the center Only half of myself can stand to hold back anymore Only half of me is becoming smaller Becoming nonexistent and loving it
Our contact is less Making these voices rush on me like waves Your face brings the images Your voice brings the motive Your actions bring the pain
You are the cactus I cling to You are the thorn beneath my skin You are the wound that I let fester You are the cancer spreading within