My self is trapped within the wood chips
that creep within my lonely heart.
It's becomes a bird feeder; come take a sip.
You'll do it if you're smart.

Just like with all the others;
I have died for you.
These bags under my eyes are my lovers.
They are mementos of my own, personal, truth.

I've built my own prison and I've bought
all the goodies for it too. It's full of hyperbole,
for all the lovers that have been caught
in its deceptive web, as you will see.

I love you more than the Sun.
I'd burn a city down for you.
I'd **** for you.
You'll **** me too though.

**** Me.