• The walls I paint,
    I paint for you.
    When I ache,
    I ache for you.
    The people I greet,
    I greet for you.
    The things I eat,
    I eat for you.
    But what I ate was something bitter,
    When I took it,
    It made me quiver.
    My sight is blurred,
    My hands are shaking.
    What is this that I am taking?
    Is it black?
    Is it white?
    It didn't make me feel quite right.
    I start to trip,
    My hands are tide.
    You told me it was cyanide...
    When I wake,
    My thighs in pain.
    My memory I cannot regain.
    Was it you?
    Or was there two?
    You took my trust,
    My love,
    And my virginity with you....