The venom inside
turned me into the enemy,
Turned me into what I hate.
My apathy got the best of me,
blood boiled and lost my way.
I never thought I'd be the one to blame,
have to live with constant shame.
Everything that I put inside
just to feel numb.

I tried to escape,
push it away,
try to hide,
the venom inside.

This was nothing but moral abuse.
Guess I just needed something new.
What could I gain from solitude
Or acting like a fool?

I tried to escape,
push it away,
try to hide,
the venom inside.

I tried to escape,
push it away,
try to hide,
the venom inside.

Disconnected, apathetic.
It's so pathetic to be this frantic,
I needed help,
Like methadone for an addict.