I lay out in front of me a coffee cup,
Ceramic and cold ,warming with the lukewarm poison,
Why when you warn me off the threat,
Do i down the cup just to feel the warmth crystalise in my veins,
The sigh of relief mixes with the pungent stink of life haunting me,
Why am I not happy?
My pain was meant to be gone ,yet my heart still beats
And still beats for you ,
Why do i still go for coffee when coated with cyanide
The suffering i enjoy the excitement kick starts my heart
When all i wanted for it to stop,
And yet it still beats
And still beats for you