It starts with thoughts
They tear my insides up
Almost as much as this disease
Destroying my body
And my mind
I know what I do
Is sick and twisted (and I guess that makes me sick and twisted too)
But I can't help it
Because it's become a need
A way of life
It's ruined me already
I've lost my self to this evil sickness
Self destruction is my speciality
And it's sad really
That the cold tile floor
Feels like home