It's my fault,
everything has always been my fault.
You're telling me
I didn't do this to myself?
Of course I did,
I practically planned it out.
Trust me,
it was well thought out.
I wanted to break,
but now
I need you to put me back together.
I know
I shouldn't depend on someone else,
I should feel this way by myself.
But it's hard to rise up
when you are the one
pushing yourself down.
I've gotten so used to ripping myself apart
that I don't even remember what it's like
to pick up the pieces I threw to the ground.
And as you can see,
I haven't been the same since.
There are so many missing pieces to me,
they got lost in the whirlwind of the
storm I brewed just to pleasure you.
You victimized me,
but I receive all the credit
for ruining myself.
I am the predator and the victim,
how ironic.
It all started with black coffee,
I know all the signs, darling.
So please tell me,
can you fill me up?
Do you want to fix me?
Please stop the storm,
and warm my frozen hands.
I need you to do this for me.
