I always do this, It never fails
My love is a tragedy. No happy ending in my fairytale.

One after the other I massacre my men
They say I take their soul, Do things appologies can't mend.

What is it about me that loves the taste of love
Probably more than vampires love blood.

I need it so bad until I get it in my veins
And then finally I'm satisfied for a moment And they leave forgetting their own name.

Drained of all their self worth. They refer to me as Her
But now that I read it aloud I'm terrified that I may just be that monster.