I thought I was past it all
Thought it was something I wouldn't miss,
The memories, the sleepless nights,
How did I get back to this?
It's like I'm drawn to this feeling;
The pain and all of it's grace,
It's a burning heartache, a sleepless wreck,
Whenever I look into that face.
It isn't love, nor an addiction,
I'm not really sure what it is.
A vision gone bad, the end of a dance,
Something I won't again miss.
