Living the Thrill

I'm so sick and tired of living it. That I'm not worth more than il admit. Bite down and watch that as I fall I tumble slow and get passed up quick. Last in line, but first to quit. Tell me now, please tell me how. All along these lonely nights, these dreams of mine make sleep hard to find. Searching for a clue or two. I got lost between your thighs. Another lie, came up in time, since I can't lie. I get lost within your eyes. I wish I could tell you now, that in which I feel isn't fake, the feelings real.