Jilted Masochist

I torture myself every day for the fun of it. I painfully pick at the scabs on my heart. I make myself bleed just to see how I handle it. If I didn't do it, I know that you'd start. And just when I think that the wound is healed over, I'm slashed with a knife now worse off than before. It's me who creates all the torment and chaos, But don't pretend you don't play a part. I torture myself in my sleep just to feel at peace. My mind goes astray while betraying my bounds. I find myself lost in your eyes in my darkest dreams. I take in reality, hopeless in sound. I ask myself when I will learn to give it up and watch it burn. The truth is I can't give a shit When I'm a jilted masochist.