It kills me

Least not the ones that come out of my mouth when you’re around me
But I have a talent for writing down my thoughts and my frames of what
surrounds me
It doesn’t matter now what you give, I’ll never be satisfied
It kills me not to let you in, but I have no explanation why
I want more
It doesn’t matter now what you give, I’ll never be satisfied
It kills me not to let you in, but I have no explanation why
The saddest most truthful eyes, and still I seem to put off the blame,
blaming it on you
The world’s most devious lie and still I seem to put all my trust,
blaming it on you
It doesn’t matter now what you give, I’ll never be satisfied
It kills me not to let you in, but I have no explanation why
It doesn’t matter now what you give, I’ll never be satisfied
It kills me not to let you in, but I have no explanation why
I want more