"She insists she's in love with me, whatever that is What she means is she prefers a senseless pain We inflict on each other to the pain We would otherwise inflict on ourselves But I'm not afraid of that solitary pain." To whom am I doing this And what do I have to gain? From where is this coming And why am I drifting? Will I ever realize That self-gratification Takes many forms? I absolve myself Of a recurring pattern Of selfish abuse Which ends in a collapsing spiral Of total emptiness