Lost

I'll be damned if I do it, damned if I don't
I'll be lost if I love him, lost if I won't
And I can't muster up the courage
To say it's best that I leave
I can't muster up much of anything
When I'm feeling you breath

My human heart won't mend itself
When my own two hands are ripping out the seams
Oh, it seems I'm my own worst enemy
I'm doing it to myself

I'll be hurt if I leave him
But turn cold if I don't
He's the sweet of a morning kiss
But there's a poison it holds
Sticking thorns into my spine
But I won't let go
Sticking thorns into my sight
But I'll keep my eyes closed

My human heart won't mend itself
When my own two hands are ripping out the seams
Oh, it seems I'm my own worst enemy
Oooooh, I'm doing it to myself
Oooooh, oh
I'm doing it... I'm doing it.. I'm doing it

With my own heart I won't let it mend
I use my own two hands, I rip out all the seams
Oh, it seems I'm my own worst enemy
I'm doing it to myself
I'm doing it, I'm doing it, I'm doing it
To myself!