It's confusing How I've not chased you out Or maybe I have But you just haven't told me yet Just rip out the stiches It wouldn't hurt more Than the damage I've caused to myself times before Funny how the things that I want I've already had, but they slipped away It's taunting me, and possibly Killing me slowly My worst enemy You don't want me around Bring all your strength But no victories are found In my head, it's all of you I'm fighting against Blinded to the knife I've been pushing into my chest