I have this odd habit
Of ******* **** up
O, and I've tried to help it,
But I always seem to get stuck

No matter what I do
It'll happen either way
I ruin all the beauty
That surrounds me every day

It's you, you are the beauty
That I never seem to see
You should leave, run, flee!
Before I make a mess of thee

It's me, I'm the one who's ******
I should be locked up, cast aside
Sealed away, held with no escape
Maybe in your cold embrace?