I think I'm drowning, asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell that you've created
You're something beautiful, a contradiction
I wanna play the game, I want the friction
You will be the death of me
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I think I'm drowning, asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell that you've created
You're something beautiful, a contradiction
I wanna play the game, I want the friction
You will be the death of me
6:01 a.m. (Break This Spell)
I really do try to keep those memories and thoughts locked down like Fort Knox because I just feel sad afterward. And then one of us mentions...I hurt either way. I just want somebody to love me and I know you don't but sometimes, for a minute, I can trick myself into believing you do. And no matter what I do and no matter who I use to try and forget you...I don't think I'm in love with you but I do think you're the only person that's ever shown me what real love is and so my brain has a hard time separating love from lust from friendship and so for us, well...it's fucking hard sometimes.
It always comes back to you.
Someone needs to take Daughtry's Break the Spell album away from me or delete it from my computer or something because it's all I ever listen to anymore...complete with exaggerated head/hand motions and passionate lip-syncing. If my roommate ever turns around from her desk, she'll probably think I'm insane (more than she already does).
I don't know where it's going but there's a part of me that loves not knowing; just don't let it end before we begin.
How am I supposed to break this spell you got me under? I'm so addicted to the pain, got your poison running through my veins; The way you pull me in, the way you chew me up, the way you spit me out. I keep coming back. I can't get enough, I can't go without you. This feeling is far from sober. There's beauty buried deep inside. You're the only one who gets me high and I know it's far from over, as you can see, you're the part of me that's keeping me alive.