Why do you love me
You must be mad
Why do you love me
You must be crazy
All I ever wanted was to revel in the loneliness
Find a private place to sit and tear off my skin in peace
Why do you love me
You must be daft
Why do you want me
Has your brain been damaged
You take my hand
Can’t you feel it’s dead weight
Are you blinded by a stereotype
That history perpetuates
Take my hand
Can’t you feel its dead weight
I am just a tool for you to use
To self-obliterate
In thе future it comes undone
All your dеsires are delusions
I am nothing to anyone
Never will be and never was