where my sanity meets insanity.

i find myself in the same places that i've lost myself. what does that mean? 

"that there's a thin line between your sanity and insanity" 

youre right... i suppose there is.  

lows.

 there's no courage left at the bottom of these bottles. theres no pill to numb the pain.  

your love don't get me high no more.  

your love don't get me high no more.  

no.... your love don't get me high no more.  

dead end.

this is where i go when i crave your fingers on my skin. your mouth on mine. there's no where else i'd rather be but here, unless it's there with you. there's no where else for me. at least, i don't think there is... no, i don't think there is. 

masochism.

lies roll off your tongue and i lick the sugar coating off your lips that i kiss...

i..... i have an aquired taste for destruction.  

playing with fire.

let your virtue down, and your vices out.