I emerged among one of his many sins. 
He was just one among the million temptations I gave in to. 
I took a little piece among the million broken remnants of what love has torn apart 
and wounded myself with it. 
Whilst he took a little piece among one of his million broken promises, 
and wounded as I've already been, he wounded me with it the same. 

But it was a sweet pain. 
In fact, the sweetest pain. 
An insanity-triggering ecstasy. 
The most poignant bliss. 

And I'll take it all in. 

And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else 
And I wouldn't wanna know anything else. 
And I wouldn't wanna be with anyone else. 

For in my crazy world, 
I know nothing else matters. 

Insane, I remain. 
May your skillful arms be my straitjacket? 
With your paint-blotted arms, 
Hold me, til I shatter. 
Lock me, until I fade. 
-i made dz 4 u... 
too bad u don't know hu u r.