read my fortune
tell my lies
see the secrets
we swiftly hide
and in my night mare
he held her hand
as i stood with my other man
so i left…as to have him
so i left…as to find this feeling…

my racing mind
is a sick addiction
trying to sort
my facts from fiction

my racing mind
wont let it stop
coming back
as if it was all I could want
but all I want is to be done