I remember you talking about
girls.
Disappearing into your past,
filling your memories with pain.

They were all crazy.
Maniacs searching for your attention,
for your warm hand to hold their heart.
So you could break it over and
over again.
Make them cry and look foolish.

You've got me wondering.
Were they all crazy already?
Or?
You?
You made them crazy.

You Mark.
Was it your fault?
Please tell me.

I wanna know.
I need to know.
Because right now,
you've got me...
doubting myself.

I'm starting to feel what those girls felt.
I'm missing your touch.
I wanna feel your warm hand.
I wanna feel the feeling you made me addicted to.

Shit.
After all I'm turning into one of those girls.
Disappearing into your past,
and hopefully filling your memories with pain. Just as equal as the one I'm feeling right now.

I know. I'm foolish for thinking that I could actually matter to you.
Eventhough,
I've got you telling me,
straight into my eyes that you
love me.
But I could feel that was just
a pretty little lie,
to just make me feel better.

You wanted me to hate you.
And I hated you.
Till there was nothing left to hate.
I burned all of it by my hatred,
by the fire that you've light up in me.

I hope you are happy.
You made me crazy for you.