I\'m back in this late night hell
Ecstasy that I\'ve never felt, and the guilt of never having
Maybe the dread and gloom are the push
The smile and scream that I\'m desperately grabbing
I wish I was like the T.V gospel
All those summer nights and wasted springs
Wasted fertility, what if the fruit dries away?
Rotting alone and never feeling precious things
Animal instinct is so far pushed away
Replaced by anxiety and an insecurity barrier
Never wanted one, but must bore one
Or lest I show another side of failure
In past paradise, I played the leach
I wanted you to fix my insecurity
But you turned ugly and all because of me
It\'s always going to be me
It has to be me
It can\'t be you
It\'s going to be me
...
It\'s not you
It\'s me
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