I see dreams
But you're not in them
And maybe never will be
Because you're not the type
Not the type to dream about
You're one to consume
Like a bad drug
That should be forbidden
There's a bad withdrawal
And it's not love
It's a bad habit
And if I could return
To the first day and re-live
Then I'd never come
I want to run away from you
And God knows I tried
But I don't want you to let me
And you won't
Because you want me to love
Only that you don't need me
It's your game that I play
And God knows I hate it
But f*c*sake I've gone crazy
And I know I've just lost this fight.