Defense Mechanism

I did it again, a defense I know too well,
The only way to make them run, to break the spell.
I show them the real definition of psychotic,
A heart wrapped in chaos, a love so toxic.

I pull him close, kiss him 'til he becomes unconscious,
A razzle-dazzle performance, his mind enslaved.
He’s intoxicated by my very air,
But just when he thinks love could be there,

I rip the rug out from under him and tell him to pack his shit and go.
Once, a man called me out, saw through my game,
I've never met someone who played crazy so well.

I broke up with him the very next day,
Always loved the chase, the thrill of the fray.
I catch them quick, those I crave to own,
The urge to conquer, to make them mine.

But if I ever feel like I could really care for them
I break it off the only way I know how.
By giving my best Quinzel performance,
Why do I do this? It's a defense mechanism.

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