Need

My body shakes like a phone on vibrate, By tomorrow I'll be filled with self hate, I'm like a drug addict, with a need, A need, that everyday I'm driven to feed The obsession befriends and will deceive, If I do it now...- I'm not that naive, And begging, on my knees, for change, Can't go back in time, can't exchange, I know what it'll all come down to, I'll never genuinely be true, My eyes wander back 'n' forth, uncontrollable, I curl up in a ball so I'm inconsolable.