Follow me until you reach my breaking point,
The point I've been at since he began,
What could possibly be worse than losing to myself?
I can't answer that question with the state that I'm in, the place that I'm in,
Do I want to heal is a question again I ask myself,
Keep promising that I do but I'm still stuck,
Stuck with the person I praised and named.

In between two lines and a half,
I'm dividing myself into halves,
And then into quarters,
Letting a poison point blend into my soul,
Carving in words of passion to drive my parts to passionate purpose that only I create.

For only I have the key to my mind,
But it's the lock I must find,
I could go in circles until I never find it,
The need to diverge,
Not to separate myself but to clean up the floor,
It's the only way I understand how to control.