I'm broken again.
from where does happiness stem.
I'm lost in a emotional spin.
congratulating all my friends.
I'm not sure what happiness is.
I'm stuck wondering, fantasizing, my past relationships were tantalizing.
I'm checking my phone, praying to god you come back.
but he makes you happy, just the thought of him and you makes me feel like crap.
your love was an ecstasy, now I'm trying my hardest not to react.
I can't see past the hate now.
the feelings have faded back into the ground.
I'm not too proud of the things I did to impound - you.
I'm just a man falling for someone new.
I'm stuck reminiscing on us, playing the intimate fool.
but then I remember I was just your tool.
and my -
bones start to quake.
my body starts to shake.
is it okay to break?
to the -
syndrome.
falling for the symptoms of the syndrome.
yeah, it's the syndrome.
there's no cure.
for the syndrome.
I've tried....you were it.
but you broke me, treated me like shit.
the syndrome.....the syndrome.