Is this really what things have come to?
Desperate bodies controlled by desperate minds.
So scared to be alone
Searching for comfort you'll never find.

Stop kidding yourself.
You and I both well know
That in these petty relationships there is no love.

The only reason you keep someone around
Is so you can continue getting off.

Blinded by your filthy bed sheets
Wrapping that bloodstained noose around your neck.
You are your own worst enemy.