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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I'll always be?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Grinding the salt into every wound
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀You can't trust me to be there for you

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I've got this cold black silhouette, hanging like a marionette
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Casting a shadow, a shade over me
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Your worst impressions were right about me

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