You're like the drug I can't stop taking.
But, my dear, you're no good for me.
A simple gesture is waking
The monster inside that won't let me be.
It tears me down,
Takes the air from my lungs.
I know it expects me to drown
As my hair lies in rungs
Around a pale blue face
No colour or life in the cheeks.
Her life flew by at such a fast pace
And the birds on hell beck with their fiery beaks.