Would I miss her advice when she shows me how,

How to survive and stand up for myself?

Even in ways that are bad for my health.

Bad for my already manic, young mind

So fractured and twisted, demented inside.

The voice in my head helps me now and again

Sometimes I even consider her....my friend?

But the I recall how she ruined my life

The sad thing about it? I never put up a fight.

'Cause it just felt so good to get away from my pain,

To not be afraid I was going insane.

Just feeling pleasure, power, control,

With her at my side, I finally felt whole.

But now I can't breathe, and I know why

My whole world is flooding and I'm drowning in her lies.