I've given up and given in,
I know I'll never win,
in this life of sin,
of wanting you,
and needing you,
and torturing myself.
I'm waisting time,
I'm waisting me,
I'm waisting away,
I'm fading away,
I'm slowly dieing,
the poison that is in me.
I need to let go,
I need to dig deep,
but not into my skin this time.
I need to find something,
that I can call mine,
and untill then,
I can't keep thinking these thoughts,
that someday you will love me back,
because you don't,
and you won't,
and I will be living a lie.
