I sometimes feel lost behind my trusted mask,
realising that saying I am okay...

What do I have to do to make you see
that you cannot be a part of this self-sabotage...

Temptations open up the gate for me,
a secret devotion is what I know I need...

I want to stop
you crashing...

I pretend to be unafraid of the future,
but the tide is dragging me under...

I don't know what is happening to me,
to become so filled with anger and hate...

Once upon a time
you were my everything...

I never stay committed to anything in my life,
but I've made a damn good job...

You have been stealing from me since I can...
and ever since then...

I always thought the past would forever feel worse...
but all it takes is for one person to shake that...

You seem to have become addicted
to a growing fascination...

What once was a box of memories,
becomes a box of junk...