I guess it’s the late nights and burnout
That loved faded… quickly turned out
You were next to me, it hurts now

What was there, is a figment of what’s to come
An image I miss, because of ignorance and some
My arm to twist thereof distance twas done

I left things take over
I sold my soul for a price,
I loved and needed you
I was drugged a puppet
A devious, manipulant delight