i smile with the injections
because sometimes this world leaves me feeling
so fucking infected.
the poison i'm putting in me feels like a cure..
this manufactured poison.. because it counteracts the 
unrest.
and i've been longing for a rest.
for a real sleep.
so i take what i can get; a false contentness i wish i 
could keep.

i can keep it going. i can keep it growing.
and i don't care anymore if it's showing.
it's fucking up my life,
but i'm addicted to the temporary release of the vice.
and i don't want your advice.. we could never see
eye to eye.
i don't want "that life", YOUR life.. not anymore.
i don't want to be dictated, or be a society whore.

because i can honestly say, from now to before,
i kept hitting the floor every day with no satisfactory 
release.
and i really was getting pretty bored.
i really was thinking of ending it.
i've just gotten so sick of this game of cat and mouse.
i'm so sick of how you used to make me doubt myself.
i fucking hate this pretending for you and trying to be 
perfect.
i won't.. i cannot do it anymore.

love michelle.