It should surely hurt a shitload
I have shown the shattered side
Your shine upon my shiftless intent
Shows it to be shamefully shy

It's sad to think
We get attached
Just enough
To be dispatched
But then I smile
Inside my eyes
Because there's content
In my demise

I cannot control my craving
A call for content to convey
Complex and courteously crafted
Conscious of constrained cliche

Masochistic motivation
Manipulates me on
A morbid fascination
With mortality has dawned

And if you found those fated feelings
Far from a formal atmosphere
How forced would the frown be on that
Facade that you falsely bear?

Hurt me please
Hurt me please
It's best for both of us
Help me ease
Knock me out
Walk away
It's best for both of us
If I dismay

If I dismay