I forced myself in the corner   with the trifle and the weak   with out a harness or a ladder to   retrieve me from the meek   I got familiar with my eyelids   cause that's all I chose to see   I got addicted to my solitude   like it was methamphetamines   I lost sleep over lost affection   I lost innocences and youth   I lost ability to reason   and with that I lost some screws   I lost fortitude and solace   and trust in your mistruths   I lost seven pounds in seven hours   and I think I came unglued   I think you'd speak so sincerely   that I believe your lies   I think you'd laugh indescretly   if I called you up and cried   I think you'd beat me into submission   and slaughter me alive   I think you'd stuff my head   and display it on your wall with pride.