yeah, dealing with this addiction gets very addictive like attention, but you don't even want it, you hate it but you love it. An itch that never stops itchin, you here the voice in your head again ,bitchin, telling you to do it, you get to that breaking point and you just let it happen, a satisfaction that isn't lasting, only for a moment and now its over, now you're back on that broken caption thinking you're the only one on that Titanic, Sinking into depression and fake expressions, you're trying not to panic, but you're not organic, inside of you is volcanic, all those emotions are radioactive, you're just an explosion waiting to happen, no one seems to imagine, your true complexion yeah, they just look past it, yeah they look at all your flaws they look at all your faults they don't get the result's because they're stuck in salts