Ｉｎ Ｒｕｉｎｓ

I know how to ruin things— maybe a little too well.
With just one quick glance,
I can tell how quickly something can burn or shrivel up in the sun. No matter what it may be, I've got it. It won't be long before the job gets done.

I know how to ruin things— maybe a little too well.
With just a tiny taste,
I can tell what added spice could cost you a few days. A week. Okay, maybe two. Which one will make your lose consciousness, hallucinate or turn blue.

I know how to ruin things— maybe a little too well.
With just a bat of my eyes,
I can have you all to myself. Hands all over me one minute, then off in the next. I'll always kick you out, but one night.. you just might stay the rest.

I know how to ruin things— maybe a little too well.
Even for myself, which I'm starting to tell.
Someone manages to get close, then it happens— I change. I'm not the same person. I'm not me. Isn't it strange?

I've always known how to ruin things all to well.
Maybe I'm just in ruins.. or something straight out of hell.