I sit here with liquid in a diamond glass,
starring at the luminescent bubbles that foam and disappear,
the liquid staining each carat with a film of crimson,
the red and translucent clashing to create a glistening effect.
I respected those around me to sacrifice my desires,
separate myself from selfish and shameless gratification,
put myself in front of the world to be torn down,
and relive these nightmares over and over again.
Shame on me for seeing this far,
for letting myself take a backseat,
for others taking advantage without proper consideration,
for my capacity to suffer this persistently.
I cheated myself, like I knew I would.
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I’m no good.