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.