Why do I call you baby

        and think about ending us

         why is it
I'd rather destroy this heart that craves you
than let you stay in


                    this is it
                    hand me a knife
                    I seem happy-ishh


I used to complain that your killing me
now am happy that your killing me

                   I got fine with dying
                   I don't need fake hopes
                   Or illusive love fairies