You may call me a monster, a beast, demon
Saying that what I did just wasn't right
But it's an improvement, made with a sharpened blade.
You say I'm bad, maybe even a little mad
Truth be told, I don't know anymore.
Can I just say, you've got such a nice smile, like the one I used to have.
You see, it began to fade, so I gave myself a better one
Easily made with a sharpened blade.
I gripped my future tight between my finger and thumb
And quickly began cutting, but I guess I was already numb.
As the blade slashed my flesh, it reappeared, the smile came back!
You may think I'm foolish or maybe a little weird, but now my smile will never fade.
And I'll be here, waiting in the darkness, for you to call my name.