You don’t like him You don’t wanna see this It’s still too hot to touch But, then, why do you like it so much? All these pictures In your head, they They don’t fit this It’s not nice to watch So, then, why do you want it so much? Make yourself suffer A little bit more Rip the band-aid and try not to ignore That they’re there That they hurt That you’re not obligated to see So then why do you do this to me? Keep on hurting and try not to ignore Try to rethink what you want to be searching for For you find it and it hurts you It’s your fault, oh, he alerts you That things will never go back to being the same See, there’s hope See, there’s delusion You just don’t really like to think So, then, why do you let yourself sink? It’s the truth But it’s the past It’s the subject you hate to touch So then why, oh, why do you like it So much