The only thing I really like doing with other people is using them to hurt myself.
I like to fatten them up,
Feed them with pieces of my own body
Work them out so their punches are stronger,
So they can break a rib with one swing,
And knock out a tooth with one blow.
If you go down on purpose, does it count as loss?
Or is it commendable for being an intentional action?
In other words, if my skin is bruised because I bruised it,
Who won that fight?
Who won that fight?
In other words, if I talk to you when you're crying, and you cry to me when I'm talking, who won that fight?
If the image of your bloody face in my dreams keeps me up at night, who won that fight?
And if I keep your teeth in a box under my bed and the sight of them in my hands makes my eyes water,
Who won that fight?
Who won that fight?
It's a game of give and take, I guess: inflicting pain and receiving it.
Reaching up is always better than down or across,
so I'll bury you above me.
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