Insistent cycle of abuse
I'm the king of nursing wounds
And they are all my own
From the fire that you spread with abandon
In the same old place where I stood before
It's the same damn place that I stood before

Paper: where I place thoughts
They're erased when we make up
But then you break us into pieces
Reversing this - negating. I'm waiting - degrading. I hate it. You're fading away
But Love,

I sold the world - and myself? - it was erased
Fighting for a dream, but it cannot be attained
I'm tearing up to pieces on the inside
Believing that I'm not loved

Thought I still needed you
When I still needed a cure
Found you again in my search for more
Love, you were in different form
What you were not before
But still the same old lure
Or worse - I'm beguiled
Wandering right back
To the same old bait that I took before
It's the same damn bait that I took before

Worst form
Of a trauma
You're the monster
Haunting my thoughts
Enough!

This will be the last time I get hurt
Will be the last time I get hurt
Be the last time I get hurt
Right in front of you

This will be the last time I get hurt
Will be the last time I get hurt
Be the last time I choose to
suffer such abuse

This will be the last time I get hurt
Will be the last time I get hurt
Be the last time I try
To keep my faith in you