You quit telling me I was beautiful
So I told myself I was not
You quit saying goodnight
So I told myself these nights are no good
You quit wrapping me in your embrace
So I wrapped the belt around my neck instead
You quit clutching onto my arms
So I clutch them with razor blades
You quit putting your hands around my waist
So I quit feeding that waist
Somewhere in this love story
You quit knowing I existed
So I made myself cease to exist
You quit talking to me
And now I never shall