Feeling strange, a bit deranged
You're stuck on me like a stain
My heart has become something you've slain

So much pain in beauty
Were you ever true to me?
Or did you just seek to blow through me, use me?
Seek revenge on me?
Despair

I did it to myself, putting you on a shelf
Only to take you down & brush off the dust when I feel I must
No trust -- only lust