Now all of your thoughts are just fragments pieced together. Not even asking for clarity; all the things I've realigned. How could you understand it? Just staring with that blank face. Can't even see straight,
All of the things you do to try to control yourself, but who has the control? You know you're going nowhere fast, in the end, just fucking yourself, already beneath me, some kind of shell of a man,
You can't have normal human relationships. Because you're not a normal human. You don't need me to tell you how genuinely lost you are without me. How genuinely dependent you are on me. How genuinely tormented.