The irony of addiction to pain,
my soul feeds on it to be sane.
Is there something wrong with me, I wonder;
as to this turbulent mind, I surrender.
Nothing I do or say is right,
I have now lost the will to fight.
This time I have nothing left to lose,
it's my life now and I choose.
Fix myself up, inspite the pain that it cost,
it's about time I find pieces of me that I've lost.