i can't tell you what it really is, i can only tell you what it feels like, and right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe. i can't breathe but i still fight while i can fight. as long as the wrong feels right it's like i'm in flight. high off his love, drunk from my hate, it's like i'm huffing paint and i love it the more i suffer, i suffocate and right before i'm about to drown, he resuscitates me, he fucking hates me and i love it. have you ever loved somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with them? you meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em. got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah them chills used to get them and now you're getting fucking sick of looking at him. now i know we said things, did things, that we didn't mean and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine. but your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me but when it comes to love you're just as blinded. baby please come back, it wasn't you, baby it was me. maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems, maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano, all i know is i love you too much to walk away though.