Blinded by blood
I do anything for you
A relation that whirs my head
Until I am sick and I spew

Now with this mirror
I see the knife you stab through
You're the cause of my death coming nearer
And yet I'm the problem, the ******* issue

The hating words of love
That come from your mouth
You cover your tracks with the glove
That you wear, you're a tyrant, a louse!

But I won't sink so low
I won't return the favor
For your death will be slow
Cause no more am I your savior

I'll just walk out the door
I won't even turn back
I know I'm worth so much more
No longer am I your snack

Good luck with your new life
Who knows what's in store
Without your radiation
Life grows deep within my core