The venom inside
turned me into the enemy,
Turned me into what I hate.

My apathy got the best of me,
blood boiled and lost my way.
I never thought I'd be the one to blame,

have to live with constant shame.
Everything that I put inside
just to feel numb.


I tried to escape,
push it away,

try to hide,
the venom inside.


This was but moral abuse.
I guess I just needed something new.
What could I gain from solitude?

Or acting like a fool.

I tried to escape,

push it away,
try to hide,
the venom inside.


I tried to escape,
push it away,

try to hide,
the venom inside.


Disconnected, apathetic.
It's so pathetic to be this frantic,
I needed help,

Like methadone for an addict.