Ruined

again and again and again and again - i tell myself that to forget why i couldn't sleep again and again and again - i tell myself that this is my plague - the rumors are true, fall prey to the hype - their words crawl in me like spiders - in the night, is that so interesting you can talk and take a step up to the mic - this is all your fault - i tell myself that this is my plague - broken backs and whispers - sleepless nights without her - the rumors are true