Personal

It's personal, I won't lie to you
I don't want you to feel like I'm not here
And all I do is fill the ashtray
It's personal, I don't want to say it
But it's what makes this a hostile city
Give me the fruits of your greenhouse love
And forget about me because deep down
I'm hitting rock bottom by relapsing
Maybe because you have me at your mercy
Maybe because it's better that way too
It's personal, an inaccessible door
It's personal, personal and non-transferable
It's personal, an inaccessible door
It's personal, personal and non-transferable
It's personal, you shouldn't hear it
But sometimes everything gives nothing
We'll have to wet our lips
And put a blindfold over our eyes
And make efforts not to lie
And breathe in the bad of us
I keep the worst for myself
It's personal.