I swore I'd walk away this time,
left your ghost outside my door,
But love’s a drug I can't outrun,
and I’m crawling back for more.

Your voice still lives inside my head,
like a song I can't erase,
Every echo cuts me deeper
still I long to feel your face.

We break, we bend, we fall apart,
then stitch the hurt with hope,
And just when I start breathing clear,
you pull me back to choke.

It’s not love, it’s not survival,
it's a cycle dressed in flame,
You burn me just enough to stay
and I keep playing the game.

I hate the way I need this,
how pain feels close to real,
But emptiness is louder
when I forget how not to feel.

So here I am again tonight,
repeating all I swore was through,
Over and over, I lose myself
just trying to get back to you.