About Me
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 all I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight
High off on love, drunk from my hate
It’s like I’m huffin’ paint and I love it
The more I suffer, I suffocate
Right before I’m about to drown, she resuscitates
Me, she f**kin’ hates me, and I love it, Wait!
Where you going? I’m leaving you.
No you ain’t. Come back. We’re running right back
Here we go again, it’s so insane
Cuz when it’s going good, it’s going great
I’m Superman with the wind in his back
She’s Louis Lane and when its bad, it’s awful
I feel so ashamed, I snap “Who’s that dude?”
I don’t even know his name
I laid hands on him, I never stood so low again
I guess I don’t know my own strength