You found me on the rooftops sitting by a fire, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.
Something inside told me to run, but what did my instincts know? They had failed me before, so I ignored my gut, and took the cigarette.
You made me your shadow, stroking my ego, and for awhile I allowed myself to believe it was love.
Despite your cold demeanor, and your twisted appetite, I wanted it to be lasting. I wanted you to be my solution.
For months on end I warped my own thoughts, implanting feelings that you never gave. I asked you to ease my mind, just for one last night, well...
You gave me this head change, as if you read my thoughts, but it was all just a ploy in your sick twisted game. You took hold of my lungs, nails digging deep, it was then that I realized my voice was gone.
I ignored all the warnings, so numb to you, that I couldn’t see the damage you had inflicted. So oblivious to the wavering of red flags that screamed “Damaged goods.” I was so lost in your lies that felt... Good.
How did I become a victim of your violence? Why didn’t I realize it sooner? From the second I placed you between my lips, you began the toil of my decay.