We are withering away into nothing, you and I.
We are arguments, that make me sick, and stinging cuts, that make me cry.
We are passion filled nights, teeth in skin, followed by mornings of regret.
We are acidic drinks, and toxic potions, all the nights I’d like to forget.
We are skin and bones, dead to the daylight, as we lose all our motivation.
We are potential, wrapped in chaos, doomed by our devotion.
We are withering away into nothing, you and I…