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This corner has become so dark
along with the sanctum of my soul.
Loneliness plays an important part in my life.
In my hand I hold the numbing agent,
a cheap bottle of beer.
In essence,
self destruction personified.

I sneak a look over at you,
our eyes meet in slow motion.
Do your eyes tell the story of hatred,
hatred for me, or do you actually care?
Why do you hurt me so much?
Your smile seems to slice me, dissect me.
Charades is such a fun game,
I fake a smile back.

The most deadly addiction.
It pains me to see you, why do I come back?
You always seem to meet with us fully armed.
Look, can I make it more easier?
Finish the job, the knife is already half way in.
Just a little further, an eternity of pain?
Unrequited love is not as fun as you make out.

Im an idiot,
but I cannot help the submissive nature of my feeling.
You say you care, then hurry up and destroy me.
Torture is a two person activity.
I guess you just want to see blood.
Here you go, take the tears as an emphasis of my love.
Love is such a slow method of suicide.

I knew you just wanted to watch me die.
Go on, just stamp on my heart, there on the floor.
You turn so nasty on que.
Why do you go this far, just to scorch me?
I guess jealousy is symbolic of your knife.
Don't worry I will always have this beer.
Raise a toast at my grave.

Self destruction is perfection.
Laugh, you have made me do this to myself.