burning the house down

the pains in the game , it's the bed that we made , I'm walking on eggshells no plan to escape . It's hard to relate when your lost in a maze of constant disception and constant distaste. I know I am weak, insecurites peek when you tell me I'm nothing or I'm not listening. I know I am sick with my triggers and ticks and I know sooner or later i'm burning the house down, down, down , down , I'm burning it down, look what you made me do when i don't answer you you get controling , lighting a match to prove