I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like.

And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe. 

I can't breathe, but I still fight, while I can fight.

As long as the wrong feels right, It's like I'm in flight

High of a love, Drunk from the hate

It's like I'm huffing paint

And I love it the more that I suffer, I sufficate

And right before im about to drown she resuscitates me, she fucking hates me, and I love it..

Wait!

Where you going?

I'm leaving you

No, you ain't

Come back!

We're running right back, here we go again

It's so insane, cause when it's going good it's going great

I'm Superman, with the wind in his bag. She's Lois Lane

But when it's bad, It's awful, I feel so ashamed

I snap.. Who's that dude?

I don't even know his name

I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again

I GUESS I DON'T KNOW MY OWN STRENGTH