Now you're talking to yourself, when you could talk to almost anyone else
Because it kills me every time, your speaking with the walls
I'm sick and tired of watching you give and lose your all
But I guess that's all you know
And I'd like to think that there, is something else to do
You're intrinsic, you're not sick, not just yet
So don't paint me with the same brush you paint the ones you can't love,
Because you're not someone I'm out to get