I will write poems about you and those will be the ultimate kiss of death.
I'll carve your name into my skin - I will bleed for you to prove my worth.

And I bet even that won't be enough for you.

I bet you won't be satisfied until I breathe my last breath
With your name on my lips.

Will you want me then?
Will I be worthy then?

I'll haunt your dreams and then you'll see.

Rise from the ashes and emerge in the night -
"Do you like me now, honey?"

And then I'll steal your light.