Everything's going down, except the bad statistics.
Everyone seems to be getting sicker, more and more sadistic.
Life is just a merry go round,
The worlds being driven into the ground.
It's getting hard to find the good.
Even you let me down, like I knew you would.
You picked me up to watch me fall,
though I stood by you through it all.
I know this, but I still stick.
And worst of all, what makes me sick,
is even after all we've been through,
nothing in this world makes me happier than you.
Some call it uncondotional devotion.
Some call it crazy, I call that commotion.
"I hate you" I spit through my teeth.
You know what you did, put me underneath.
Underneath her. I just wasn't good enough.
You turn around, storm off in a huff.
"I love you" I whisper, lowering my head.
But that's like a poison, like drinking in lead.