She's my addiction which helps me through my daily convictions

Night comes and I succumb to my lonely mind

A lack of love for ones self shows though our insecurities.

What do I do, where do I turn when my happy place is breaking my heart.

I'll open up to you the moment you start to care.

Why do I keep spilling my heart to you when you couldn't care less.

Sometimes I wonder if she has a clue how many tears have flown in her name.

Everything he has ever wanted he sees in her. It's a shame she can't see that.

I hope you know what your doing? Because what your doing is killing it for me.

So what if I tell you everything so as to give you an advantage over me. I think that proves I'm a fool for you.