I didn
It started when I had to see her... and then I had to hear her voice...
It got worse when she taught me to breathe... then she convinced me that I wasn
And she pulled me back in... oh, I
As if I had a choice...
I went back on who I am... to be here alone...
back on who I am... now she is my home...
I hadn
But she forced me upon this mood... like a lonely soul who takes to drinking...
Then she struck my weaknesses... with a devilish glare...
Her oh so perpetual pout... and the smile I love and find so rare...
am I happy? I can
Or maybe I
But the audience is laughing... so I
And smiling politely... smiling politely... smiling...