You've started The Habit,
All because of me - isn't it?
I really didn't think that you'd be so stupid,
To think he cares more than I do,
If he really loved you,
He wouldn't let you cause yourself so much harm.
I look at you now,
And see a shell of a young, confused and broken boy,
I want to hold you, kiss you and kick his ass,
For breaking you into this pulp,
But then I quietly cry inside,
Because I'm reminded that if it weren't for me...
Your fate wouldn't be,
In the hands of him and The Habit.
*hug*