She forced a mask upon your face;
the evil wolf she dared not slay.
You were the trap, she was your prey;
the same lover with whom she lay.

She's the moth and you're the flame,
Put me out for heaven's sake,
turn your back and face away
Fire too, consumes itself.

You pulled her down, when she was weak.
She's your toy, vile puppeteer.
You like to see her on her knees,
make her cry, hear her weep.

You wanted out but you were drowning,
a sea of tears with your name on it,
your boat of sanity, capsizing
you were crying, she was moaning.

You signed her sentence with your lips,
she was meant to go downhill,
you could've saved her, set her free,
you went away and let her sink.

She was a game, one of three,
but you don't mess with sanity,
you played her joy, you gambled tears
you lost the bet, cry miserably.