As I lay here, crying over you
I can't help but wonder
if there's a twisted part of me
that enjoys this pain
I always seem to bring on grief
I know what's best for me
but I continue to put a toxic love first
and throw myself back into it
every time I try to escape
I don't allow myself to just walk away
I wait and see
What else you could have to say
What more harm can be done
and for some unexplainable reason
I always want more
It doesn't make me happy
but maybe there's some sick part of me
that enjoys the torment
of a broken heart.