Lost - Liza Anne

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

I’m doing it to myself

I’m doing it with my own heart I won’t let it mend

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