I woke in bloadsoaked sheets with the scent of another overwhelming me every corner of my body was exposed and on display my memory of last night is faint i think someone may have left me this way i know it kills, but I crave it i know it hurts, but I savor it i ingest it though it makes me sick i'm love-anemic i'm at a loss for words i can't believe what I've become the poster child for self-destruction i long for the days when it was just me and a gun with no bullets aimed at my head that got me attention i know it kills, but i crave it i know it burns, but i yearn for it i ingest it though it makes me sick i'm love-anemic