I wish someone would fall for me
the same way I've fallen for you

time after time,
it's felt like an inevitable trap I drown myself in

The fatigue that wraps around my head while I try to itch away the flaking, burnt skin from my arms, from my chest,

Passion is a fragmenting jail I can't fight tormenting myself with
If I could only stop loving the wrong people
over and over

Maybe then I'd stop running out of air