Shame is a crown I wear proudly
And I wear the death of you
Like a harlot wears fish nets.
I will tear up
All the possible love
All the impossible hate
And become what my ex-lovers wanted from me
Under the influence of what was
And will never be
Who cares about care
When no one can ever love
I will cut all the pure out of me
To show I am full of rotting nothing.
