I figured I'd post something darker this time.
"Tear me apart
Pierce straight to my heart
I'm fine with being
Just another casualty
But make it brief
I want the most relief
I'll have it knowing
We'll never meet again
When the bottom falls out
And the means can't justify
The end you seek
How weak will you become
Living with the symptoms
Of your own demise
Push me around
Take the air I breathe
Convince me I am lost
And will never be found
But mark my words
You have yet to know hurt
I see the symptoms
Are eating you alive
When the bottom falls out
And the means can't justify
The end you seek
How weak will you become
Living with the symptoms
Of your own demise
Superstition or intuition
I don't quite know which one
But I bet you're wishing
You could do it all over
When the bottom falls out
And the means can't justify
The end you seek
How weak will you become
Living with the symptoms
Of your own demise"