Fight

I don't know why it is, but you're the reason that I sing, 
You are my muse, my abuse, it's no use that you're my everything. 
When I see your face, it's the only thing that gets me by, 
I like your hugs, you're a thug, like a drug that gets me high. 

My inspiration. 
My determination. 

But I gotta quit you;
Gotta drop you cold, 
Get sold, 
Go dig a hole. 
You may be everything I need, 
But I plead I gotta sell your soul. 
You're the reason I write, 
But I can't sleep at night, 
It's you I gotta fight. 
I gotta fight. 

I seem to have a thing for guys that use me all the time, 
But you inspire, like fire, my desire to try to make a rhyme. 
If I knew just what to do to make me quit you. 
If I could, then I should, and it would help me from being blue. 

I just gotta quit you. 
Gotta drop you cold, 
Get sold, 
Go dig a hole. 
You may be everything I need, 
But I plead I gotta sell your soul. 
You're the reason I write, 
But I can't sleep at night, 
It's you I gotta fight;
I gotta fight. 

If you only knew how much I missed you in my life, 
I'd do anything in my life to try to make it right... 

But I gotta quit you. 
Gotta drop you cold, 
Get sold, 
Go dig a hole. 
You may be everything I need, 
But I plead I gotta sell your soul. 
You're the reason I write, 
But I can't sleep at night, 
It's you I gotta fight;
I gotta fight.