I'm so close to closing the doors,
Slowly giving up,

I wanna break into fits of laughter,
To break all together.

I don't wanna feel this pressure,
I just want to not be here,

I don't want to have to hurt you,
But why is it fun to watch?

Fun to watch her lose her mind,
Fun to see me not cry,

Fun to see her freeze,
Fun to see me lie.

Fun to see her ask,
When will it be my time?

It's fun to see her overthink,
To see her breaking point around the corner.

Her delusions, fun to see them build up,
Fun to see me in denial.

Under pressure, not calmed,
Everything weighs heavily on her shoulders.

Where is it?
Where's my home?

Is it your arms?
Your tingling kisses.

Is it the slaps?
The abuse?

Gosh, where's the fun?
Is it in my head?

The whispers from your lips,
They lock me in.

This poisonous thing,
"Welcome to your new haven".

Great, whatever,
Feelings, lost.

Rejected again, and you killed my mind,
Again, and you took my soul,

Again and you broke me first,
Again and then third degree burns.

If you weren't my haven,
You made it clear I'd suffer,

"Welcome to your new haven".
Open arms, but the flashbacks are too much,

I wanna throw up,
Spit it all out.

"Welcome to your haven".
Repeatedly in my head.

I guess I loved it too much,
I guess this wasn't a problem.

Please ruin me,
Tear me to pieces.

"Welcome to your new haven",
In your broken obsession,

"Welcome to your new haven",
In your uncompleted rations.

"Welcome to your new haven".