"Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me /
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy /
Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me /
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me /
Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the /
Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we /
Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs /
That we'll have each other's backs 'cause we're that lucky"
~ Eminem, Love the Way You Lie Part II
What a capture of dysfunction. Sheesh.