Drowned in Curry

Back to you. Back in your arms. Back in your life, and risking my life with it.
You are different though. I'm not sure of what it is… but I can feel something. You're more irritable than ever and I suppose your friend's death is not helping either. You are more controlling, more demanding, wanting me to follow your stupid rules.
Even so, we're back together. Killing each other at times and touching heaven at others. Here we go.
I'm also different, I'm feeling a remorse that's eating me inside. I'm pushing it too far now. After all these months it's getting difficult to hide and people have started talking, including my managers, and that it's getting me worried.
You are like a drug to me. You're no good, but I need you. It's always the same. When I'm about to meet you I don't feel sure, and I'm determined to break up as soon as I'm back home. However, as our days together go by I start feeling closer to you and further from R… and thats' how it starts again.
But you see, even now… even when I'm starting to think that I might be truly in love with you, I know that this is simply not possible. I can't just turn into and sweet indian girl baby, I am what I am and this is not going to work.