'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need.
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why.
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
My demons still haunt me. And yet, every time you talk to (or more appropriately: chat with) me, they go away.
How I wish reality was that simple. I still bear my curse, and I fear it will take quite some time to break it, and I fear I am not deserving of your patience.
Take me high and I'll sing.
Oh, you make everything okay.
We are one and the same.
Oh, you take all of the pain away.
Save me if I become my demons.
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