A Rush of Blood to the Head

You know why I fail? It's because of you. Your negativity. Your destructive personality. Your schizophrenia.

It's all embodied in me.

Your simple, misguided love? It does nothing. You poor naive thing.

I want you to watch me self-implode, self-destruct slowly. Watch as I turn into a shell of who I was, could have been. The result of the way you conduct yourself. The result of the way you have educated me. And I know, in my heart of hearts, that one day you will ask yourself: could it really have been my fault? By then, it will be too late.