your sick your deluded

and im constantly fucked in the head in these four walls you intruded

you are a constant headache,

an unwanted heartache

a flu i cannot shake from a sweat i cannot break

And i clean the confides of my own space

its a short comfort to clean the surface of our domain

my own mistakes are beneath

they pierce me with their teeth

what use is a new leaf in a book of disbelief

On a daily basis i cannot believe the stupid shit that i constantly grieve

i think you should all just leave.

if you stay in my sight and sound and touch.

i dont want to hear you breathe.

that breath is bittersweet

it makes me wonder would could have been

what could be..

thats where you come into play

with the way you say my name, with the way you hold my frame

and the feel the lust ingrained with pain and shame

we are born into the greatest game

you  were born to entertain.