What if I only exist in words?

There is more then a big part of me that wishes I could turn off my tongue

I hate how I know the exact words to say to make them feel special 

Weaving crosswords to honey her in

Make you need me but not want me

Answer me how to believe in this when I've already created the end

I am the most self destructive person you will ever meet

Because I reflect back at you whatever you project at me to be