If Life Is a Gift, It's in Very Poor Taste

I gave all I had to a fantasy
Now my only desire is to quiet my mind
My future will never appeal to anyone
When I’m alone in my chair
I swear
Never again
Will I trust anyone
Fear is defined when your back’s against the wall
Nobody wants to admit they’re wrong
We all want to win
Without confidence
Without trust
Love is counterfeit
Fear decides who’s wrong or right
Where do you think your lover goes
When you’re gone
Where do you think those lips end up?
It’s you against your heart
Don’t you ever stop to wonder why you always wind up alone
Because your value is low
Don’t you question why you sexualize death
She reminds you of home
While life keeps breaking your heart
Came on the back of the magazine
My only desire is to have no desire
All I want is to stop breathing
I’m down on my knees
I suck it down… suck it down
Without conflict
Without pain
Love is saccharine
Fear provides an active interest
Compared to what you’re going through
It’s a thrill
Scared of where you might end up
A weight against your heart
It doesn’t seem like anything will ever change for me
At least not in a way that I can feel
Something went wrong
I never wanted to feel
This paranoid or this paralyzed
Everyone I love… lies
Don’t you ever stop to wonder why you always wind up alone
It’s because you don’t value yourself
Don’t you question why you sexualize death
She seduces you slowly
While living tears you apart