Infection

This is the first time that I've ever
 told the truth before.
 To scrutinize what we call fate.
 Belief no more of what's been forced into
 subconciousness.
 Hold my breath hope to refrain.
 Is love an infection or a sick addiction
 When there's nowhere left to run to?
 Is love an infection or a sick addiction
 When there's nowhere left... this crutch is broken.
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 Her empty needle is my unsharpened sword,
 I stab, I stab, I stab but I can't puncture.
 Don't want to love it, don't want to feel it,
 Don't want to hear it, don't even want to think about it,
 Hold my breath hope to refrain.
 Is love an infection or a sick addiction
 When there's nowhere left to run to?
 Is love an infection or a sick addiction
 When there's nowhere left, this crutch is broken.
 And if I can't afford her, my veins begin to ache.
 Don't want to feel this pain no more,
 Have you ever felt so high that once you came
 down you broke inside?
 I know she won't take the blame.
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 Is love an infection or a sick addiction
 when there's nowhere left, when there's nowhere left to go
 Is love an infection or a sick addiction
 When there's nowhere left, this crutch is broken.
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 Screaming:
 you fucking ripped my heart out
 you fucking, you fucking ripped my heart out
 you fucking ripped my heart out
 you fucking ripped my heart out
 you fucking, you fucking ripped my heart out
 you fucking ripped my heart out