You read my mind Eminem

I can’t tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like

 And right now there’s a steel knife in my windpipe, I can’t breathe

 But I still fight while I can fight as long as the wrong feels right

It’s like I’m in flight, high on love, drunk from the hate, it’s like I’m huffing paint

And I love it the more that I suffer, I sufficate

And right before im about to drown she resuscitates me, she fucking hates me and I love it

Wait where you going? I’m leaving you , no you ain’t, come back we’re running right back

Here we go again it’s so insane cause when it’s going good, it’s going great

I’m Superman with the wind in his bag, she’s Lois Lane

but when it’s bad, it’s awful, I feel so ashamed

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts..