what in the hell have i become lately
intuit served me until now
              when i wander
                         i wander when i will die
                 and some deviance,
                 this *** drive - hate that i feel this guilt
                 and shame
       like the parts of me that i don't tell you
          after we do it - i hate me
          and i hope you don't know that
          because then you'd hate me
                and this deviance will reach isolation