I'm slowly changing, engulfed in my mind.

I can see myself shriveling, the bags under my eyes hold the weight of the nights where I've
thought about you instead of sleeping.

I can't concentrate on things, my grades
are slowly dropping, I want to stay at home
everyday and not even contemplate seeing you.

I think more than I need to now about things
that really don't matter.

I'm changing and I wish I could stop it. Old habits die hard and you're no exception. But this time,
you're an old habit that'll take me with you to the grave.