The answer comes as a question mark
And I can’t be bothered to remark
What did I know but wasn’t ready to say?
I am your sister
Don’t pretend I don’t know your tricks
You were my only friend
I never thought that we would end up this way
My addictions make me hate
But my afflictions make me kind
I’m a circle, not a straight line
A straight line, a straight line
Then we get swallowed by the abyss
What is the meaning of all of this?
You might act like you’ll never die
But you’re getting old
Don’t act like you don’t love the sting
I know you’re capable of anything
You were the most convincing lie I ever told
My afflictions make me hate
But my addictions make me kind
I’m a circle, not a straight line
A straight line, a straight line