If I only knew the trouble you would cause
I would have ran and never would have looked back
But you had managed to wrap me around your fingers
With a grip that could only be described as deadly
So holding on you drag me down into your crazy mad world
Showing me things I never dream of doing
For fear of losing my humanity and crossing the line of no return
I stand before you twisted and molded into his own twisted image
It is all an act
A circus act
A big joke
But acting is acting and the waiting has become almost unbearable
Escaping as they say is an art
And starting over is just as hard
When you fall in this deep