I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like, And right now it's a steel knife in my wind pipe, I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight, As long as the wrong feels right, It's like I'm in flight high off a love, Drunk from my hate, It's like I'm huffing pain And I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown, She resuscitates me, She fucking hates me And I love it, wait! Where you going? I'm leaving you... no you ain't, come back, We're running right back, here we go again, It's so insane, Cuz when it's going good, it's going great, I'm Superman, with the wind at his back, she's Louis Lane, But when it's bad, it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snap, who's that dude? I don't even know his name, I lay hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength