Flirting with death is my favorite thing to do
She often tells me that I don't have to make it through
That I can escape with her and we can run through the night together
Sometimes she takes the face of "her"
And other times she takes the face of a person I don't recognize

Flirting with death fills my head with lies
But sometimes I think what she says is true
That people don't need me
That people would be better off without me
That joining her is better than being with life

And the last time she told me all of that...
I almost joined her
But I failed to do so
Just like I always do