Polaris - Masochist

«I could ask you to stay, if you're feeling forgiving

I could live with the guilt, if you call this living

I could try to memorize each grain of sand

As it slips through my fingers, and falls from my hands

It took me longer than I'd care to admit

This life is only what I choose to make of it

And the only thing standing in-between happiness and myself

Was this depression I held so close to my chest

Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I'll always be?

Grinding the salt into every wound?

Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment?

You can't trust me to be there for you

I've got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette

Casting a shadow, a shade on me

Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist

Your worst impressions were right about me»