Match Made in Purgatory

Hello, Lady. Could you be more cruel? 
do you think that's how I wanted to picture you?
fawning for your chew toy, full of fluids
I know we've both been open but it's fairly rude. 
Like, bitch, "I'm triggered" but genuine
pull my anxiety strings like a mannequin 
you're either ignorant of the damage done
or you find pleasure in digging that needle in
I dare you to lionize your memories for fake points
I can't imagine letting my reality get so dis
joint
Ed
But I guess that I see where you’re coming from
Everyone you’re close to plays the same obnoxious broken drum
like
Hey there, tell me, could you be more cold?
I’d rather swallow a lie than press your fangs in my throat
We both know you have no where else to go 
So would you do me the honor of treating this like Home, 
Like, Friend, I’m tired, so lend a hand
Or at least stop shitting on my best laid plans 
You’re either ignorant of how deep it cuts
Or truly think that I just won’t understand
I want to dare you to denigrate the fucking way I speak again
I can’t imagine letting my jank’d ego tear down all my friends
But I guess that I can empathize with where you’re coming from
To you the world’s a trap for idiots
and that must mean I’m one of em.