I can only see the good things nowerdays,
No matter how hard I try,
Everything that was bad has just melted away,
And all I can do is cry.
I miss that long, blonde rocker hair,
The way you finished my sentences,
I miss how we talked everything through,
And you never put up false pretences,
Even the evil it was out on the table,
It was always clear for me to see,
And even if you were messing around,
The main one you were with was me
How sick is it to think that way?
To never believe I deserve more,
But somehow I always liked it your way,
While I was scrambling up from the floor,
I loved the way you destroyed my world,
Only to build it back up,
I loved the obsessive, paranoid streak,
And the poison I drank from your golden cup
You bled me dry,
I'm faceless now,
I shouldn't think about you,
But I don't know how,
You were screwing with my mind,
Putting slate before my vision,
In the end that's why I made,
The most deadly decision
But baby I was so used to you,
And all your wicked ways,
I loved the way you'd push me,
and then beg me to stay,
I find myself in need of a fix,
And your the only drug,
I'll be on my knees just begging,
And you will simply shrug,
Where did I become as obsessed as you?
Like a nymphomaniac,
Perhaps you forced yourself beneath my skin,
You are one sick megalomaniac.
