I can’t tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now there’s a steel knife in my windpipe I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight High off of love, drunk from my hate It’s like I’m huffing paint And I love it the more that I suffer, I suffocate And right before I’m about to drown she resuscitates me. She fucking hates me and I love it, wait Where you going, I’m leaving you Know you isn’t, come back We’re running right back Here we go again, it’s so insane Cause when it’s going good it’s going great I’m superman with the wind at his back, she’s Lois Lane But when it’s bad it’s awful I feel so ashamed, I snapped. Who is that dude I don’t even know his name I laid hands on her? I’ll never stoop so low again I guess I don’t know my own strength
