Paranoia and Painkillers.
Self destruction speaks your language,
You are the sickest I ever was,
Cradling you was like holding a grenade,
Just a cyclone of chaos,
Of course hearts break,
When you make one do the work of two,
Under enough pressure,
That single heart can become a diamond,
Enjoy your hollow crater,
Spewing your bile,
My sweetness will never be bittered.
You didn\'t change me.
You just recognised yourself,
Haunted by your own emotional malnutrition,
And you still hate what you see.