My body shakes like a phone on vibrate,
By tomorrow I'll be filled with self hate,
I'm like a drug addict, with a need,
A need, that everyday I'm driven to feed
The obsession befriends and will deceive,
If I do it now...- I'm not that naive,
And begging, on my knees, for change,
Can't go back in time, can't exchange,
I know what it'll all come down to,
I'll never genuinely be true,
My eyes wander back 'n' forth, uncontrollable,
I curl up in a ball so I'm inconsolable.