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 fuck ups are

what my life is alla 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 shite and clean,

the opposite of me.



It´s in my blood, meing 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..