trapped

we are suckers for punishment
we faced it before
and said we'd walk away
yet, here we are
saying we wanna leave
but continuing to stay

It's addictive
we've fallen into the mold
the quicksand trap
that pulled us too far deep,
now near impossible to quit cold

Everything is too familiar
extremely comfortable
too comfortable in fact
yet filled with discomfort all at once.
A confusion of a situation;
the fine line border
between misery and pleasure

so here we are again...
enduring the misery
to the climax of an end