• Feed me lies,
    and watch me die.
    There is no cure for this.
    I'll break out in feverish sweats
    of false words.
    I'll take another lie,
    just to cool me down.

    I'll bleed buckets.
    Just for you.
    I'll cut so deep,
    till you can see
    your own lies show through.

    Let me inhale your broken promises.
    And live for your every word.
    Let me pine and crave,
    more and more.
    Let me live off of false hope.

    Watch me slowly die.
    As I breath poisonous whispers,
    and start to choke.

    Feed me lies,
    and watch me die.
    There is No Cure for this.