I’m lying here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I’m crying here what have you done?
I thought it would be fun
I can’t stay on your life support
there’s a shortage in the switch
I cant stay on your morphine
Cause it’s making me itch,
I’ll think I’ll get out of here
Where I can run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you’re just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You’re making me ill
You keep making me ill
When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust.
Without trust, there is no love.
Jealousy…will drive you, mad