More than a half-dozen songs dwell on the emotional fallout and angry recriminations of failed romance. “Gone” and “Because of You” leave the singer with trust issues. There’s agony and hatred “Behind These Hazel Eyes.” Clarkson turns that bitterness on herself with the despairing “I Hate Myself for Losing You” (“Now dying doesn’t seem so cruel ... not sure that I’ll pull through”). “Addicted” complains, “It’s like you’re a drug ... a leach sucking the life from me.” But instead of going cold turkey, she says of this leach, “I need a fix ... just one more hit.” The expressions “d--n” and “for god’s sake” are disappointing.