As I sit here Wishing for something else Writhing hurting Horrid jerking Motion breeds love Lost in its innocence Hoping lurking Constant flirting I took the strychnine Blood in the snow Slit by slit and Blow by blow I took the strychnine Turned into a s*ut Stich by stich and Cut by cut I wish you could be I wish you could be I wish you could be More than you will be She crushed me with a look She crushed me with a look She crushed me with a look She crushed me with a look