Omg

Cross my heart, I don't want to die
But heaven knows, it seems like I try
Lost in a labyrinth, for weeks on end
I live and learn from my mistakes, then forget them again
Got a feeling in my stomach and it just won't quit
It's subtle as a shotgun, heavy as a brick
Because I'm staring at the devil and the truth of it is
He's a lot more familiar than I'd care to admit
If only I could focus, maybe if I could see
If I didn't know any better, I would say he looks just like me