Letra de Infection

This is the first time that I've ever told the truth before. To scrutinize what we call fate. Belief no more of what's been forced into subconciousness. Hold my breath hope to refrain. Is love an infection or a sick addiction When there's nowhere left to run to? When there's nowher left...this crutch is broken. Her empty needle is my unsharpened sword, I stab, I stab, I stab but I can't puncture. Don't want to love it, don't want to feel it, Don't want to hear it, don't even want to think about it, Hold my breath hope to refrain. And if I can't afford her, my veins begin to ache. Don't want to feel this pain no more, Have you ever felt so high that once you came down you broke inside? I know she won't take the blame.