She took it all to the extreme and the extreme was dangerous,

Since midnight strolls on darkened paths were not always courageous.

Asking for trouble reminded her of "Ask and you shall receive" ,

She didn't need the scars to prove, she needed to believe.

The nice guys weren't up for her, they were all wusses, weak...

The assholes just fucked her up and wouldn't let her sleep.
The balance, she found somehow between her dearest friends,

And all the aspects satisfied, and tied up all loose ends.

"If you won't hurt me, I won't want you" was her usual creed...

"It's all too slow, it's not ok", and that, she believed.

Tear me apart and break my bones,

For once, I want to scream.

The night is young, the blood is hot,

And this, tonight, will end.