Addiction

I don't want to be the body for a soul that's strictly yours
I don't want to be your scapegoat inner-childe aspect lurking in a shadowed door
and I don't want to the bleeding
for a pain that's not mine

I don't want to be ignored for what I'll never manifest to you
I don't want to be your superego
see I have my own self now
I don't want to be your alter: I didn't live with you inside me all these years

(Chrus)
manifestations of you and I
yes I can give it a perfect fix but I already know
that you'll find some way to cast me out and so
by the blunted needles and the tracks along my elbows
you see it's too much to live for
and I cannot bear the onus

I don't want to be the cleaner of the glass house that you live within
I don't want to be your outer-self when I know that I created you
I don't want to be your rage
or the blade of the knife in your hand at midnight

I don't want to be the form behind your forceful dependence
I don't want to be your shadow
see this mind is very dark and I'm afraid of night
I don't want to exist as your nefarious blametaker
(chorus)

I don't want to be the succor for your hatred of the week
and I don't want to be responsible
for your wounded heart and its broken shrieks
I don't want to be the source behind the hate you've been inhaling