Playing At Pain

All my life

I've been playing at pain

Wired wrong;

I enjoy things I shouldn't

Knives and needles

Rope and chain

Dial tones with things unsaid

And people walking out

Quiet slow sad songs

Raised voices

You do it to yourself,

you really do

Who needs leather

When you have loneliness?

I can hurt myself

Better than anyone else

At the end of the day

It's all just another fetish

We only pick and choose

Our list of favourites

You think you're so clever

But I've been inside your head

You're as sordid as everyone else

Blood and sex and dirt and death

I oughtn't like it

when I beat myself up

But if I deserve it

I owe myself a good time

(into the bargain).