And I need your lips right now as much as I need something in my blood.
I drown my pain with temporary fixes,
But maybe your arms are what I need to fix this.
I'm not sure what's wrong with me,
I am losing sight of reality more and more,
As each day progresses
The older I get,
The greater my stress is.
I'm not sure who I am,
Or what I'm supposed to be,
But if I'm next to you,
I feel like me.