This addictive dance is something like a romance

riding on a circumstance, giving in to an induced trance

bargaining for a second chance

A disease fueled by a constant need

A longing for propriety, to be the me that I can be

all just wasted energy it seems

Someone please give me a labotomy, take this wound and lance me free

Blamed it on anxiety, blamed it on society, crutched on a poor dealt hand

What once was compassionate and forgiving has now reliquished to supply and demand

It's time to be my own best friend

Personified to the beast inside of me, tightly wound and forever binding.