It’s not like I made myself a list
Of new and different ways to murder your heart
I’m just painting that’s still wet,
If you touch me I’ll be smeared
You’ll be stained
Stained for the rest of your life
So turn around, walk away
Before you confuse the way we abuse each other
If you’re not afraid of getting hurt
Then I’m not afraid of how much I hurt you
I’m well aware I’m a Danger to myself
Are you aware I’m a danger to others?
There’s a crack in my soul
You thought was a smile.