The fire I felt is dying out.
You're addiction is winning all the space in your heart.
I try to be there, I smile and I hug-
I keep letting you in again and again.
My faith is us is dying...I dont want it to die but you dont make an effort to make me happy, you don't make an effort to stay by my side.
Feel loved...feel the warmth I provide.
I wish you could love yourself the way I've loved you,
That way you wouldnt put crap inside you.
You don't have to be by my side, just stay healthy, that would subside.
