I thought that I could be your cure, or at least your medicine. I thought I could heal you from the pain that you felt within. So I prescribed myself to you, and I was always there for your use, but like all drugs, I got abused. My skin's not covered in blacks or blues, in fact, I haven't got a single bruise, but my brain has got a few screws loose.

     You take advantage of me, and you only feel guilty when the high dies down. That's the only time you come around. And other times you won't even call, so I'll buy a pack of menthols and smoke 'em all. Or I'll replace that hope on my mind with dope. Check to see if you texted my phone, nope. Guess I'm not worth your time

     You breathe me in, you swallow me, shoot me into your system because I can calm your inner demons, and I enable your addiction. I'm there whenever you call, you know, like when you drink too much alcohol. I know the protocol . You dial up my number, because my voice brings you comfort, then I drive to wherever you are, and I get you into my car. I bring you home, and you cry in the passanger seat because you feel so alone. I end up staying the night, I make sure that you're alright. And for that moment, I feel like I'm in control. But low and behold, I'm the one in your hold and you're not letting go.

     I'm always giving and you're taking, this love is based solely on fixation. You're hooked on what I'm giving, but when I cry you never listen. My love is unreciprocated, this relationship is fucking complicated. But I'm still waiting for you because it's the only thing I know how to do. I love you, you don't love me. That's the way it's always gonna be. But that won't stop you from taking too much from me. Until I'm the one feeling empty.

     Love is unforgiving when you're unforgiven. You keep on hurting me but I'm giving you permission, keep handing you prescriptions, and feeding your addiction. It's getting harder and harder to live in these conditions. I'm not enjoying it anymore, you've made me work too hard and I'm sore. But of course I'll fight through the pain just so that you can gain that temporary fix, like from the medicines that you mix. 

     You keep wanting more and more , but you only ever call me when you're lonely or bored. Like I'm here for your convenience baby, just to pass your time. YOUR FIRST PRIORITY IS THE FUCKING SAME AS MINE.

     It's you. 

     Look at what you put me through. I'm running out of energy, I'm giving it all to you.

     Your prescriptions can't be refilled and your demons can't be killed, and I'm the one to blame, I just can't make you feel the same. What a shame. Your hunger just can't be tamed.

      So you just keep taking, but you haven't start replacing, so of course I'd run out, is that something you forgot to think about? Do you ever wonder What would happen if I left? What would you fill your void with?

     I'm out of what you need, and your battling withdrawal now, it's awful wow. But I've got nothing to ease your pain, I'm human, I'm not novocaine.