I don't think I meant to Misuse you, misuse you When I told you I wanted it all This tendency, being better men Now bitter and cold A tasteless feeling when Losing what you love Loving when you lose Turning out to be What you run from Self fulfilling prophecy Is it irony If I kill myself? This tendency Self forgiveness Never meant any less How can I heal Inflicting pain Every step of the way? This heart that breaks This heart that speaks