[Storyteller.]

Enemy, familiar friend,
my beginning and my end.
Knowing truth, whispering lies,
and it hurts again.

What I fear and what I've tried,
words I say and what I hide.
All the pain, I want it to end,
but I want it again.

And it finds me.

The fight inside
is coursing through
my veins.
And it's raging.
The fight inside
is breaking me
again.

I'm still the same,
pursuing pain.
Is it worth all
that I've gained?
We both know
how this will end,
but I'd do it again.

And it finds me.

The war within me
pulls me under.
And without you
the fight inside
is breaking me
again.

(It's nothing.)
It's everything.

It's breaking me.

I'm falling apart.