Obsession leads to paranoia
And paranoia is hole
That you dug yourself into
And no one could even
Try to help you out now
Honestly,
You were never part of everyone
But now you're not anyone
And all you want
Is to be done
But he's just like nicotine;
An addiction that
You could never really break
And he's always on
The back of your mind
Nagging to be in the front
And there's always a struggle
To keep the fire
Dampened
But kerosene runs through his veins
And your mind is a spark
Maisie dig that hole...
