i cant tell u wat it really is, i can only tell u wat it feels like
nd rite now theres a steel knife in my windpipe
i cant breathe but i still fight while i can fight
as long as the wrong feels right, its like im in flight
high off of love, drunk from my hate, its like im huffin paint
nd i love it, the more i suffer, i suffocate
nd right before im about to drown she resuscitates me
she fu**in hates me nd i love it,'wait where u goin
im leavin u, no u aint come bak,were runnin rite bak
here we go again, its so insane cause wen its goin good
its goin great, im superman with the wind in his bak
shes lois lane but wen its bad its awful
i feel so ashamed, i snap, whose tht dude
i dont evn kno his name, i laid hands on her
i nevr stoop so low again, i guess i dont kno my own strength