So do I

At worse you like the holes in my brain.

Complain against it, or die.

Formulate it, write down your hate.

Who'll read you anyway?

Oh how I laugh upon our sorrow

My whole world turns around you

My hate fuels my reflections

Oh how I wonder why!

I see you like the holes in my brain

So do I love yours too

So do I laugh, upon this sad circus of thoughts.

So do I, watch me die.