Ruined

Again and again Again and again I tell myself to forget why I couldn't sleep Again and again Again and again I tell myself that this is just my plague The rumors are true Fall prey to the hype. Their words crawl on me Is this so interesting that you can talk, talk, talk? 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! the rumors are true!