Hello,
it seems like I'm ruining you.
It breaks my heart to feel your eagerness
as I breathe, "I don't care."
I hope you know,
well, I hope you don't,
just realize that this cheapens you--
We were so different.
What now?

It was my idea,
it's always my idea.
I am the poison in your veins.
But taking away the danger
is much like taking candy from a stranger--
my chest tightens, I can't breathe.
Can't you see?
We weren't meant for this.
What now?