I've got a thing for self destruction Since I found out my dysfunctions, Werw what made us part, You and me. I've got thing for major crises. Total f** ups are What my life is all about Since I made you leave. It's in my blood, being mean... Yea, please, yes please. Sure I'll have it More please, more please. It's a habit that I've worked out To sort things out. Burning, burning I deserve it. I deserve to face the fire Pure sh**e and clean, The opposite of me. It's in my blood, being mean... Wondering around further down Asking why I wasn't happy While we still had it. It's a tragic habit that I have, That I happen to have. It's in my blood, being mean..