I am that quiet girl
Who's absorbed in her thoughts
Self destructed in her twirls and whirls
Hanging in her knots

Everybody assumes she's fine
That she's content
It will all tell in time
When she loses her mind; peculiarity bent. ♭

We're all admitted into this disease
Lost within our minds
Suffering our endless pleas
It's an infection in mankind

Inevitable like death
A plague in our hearts
It's our killer yet our friend
A catastrophe written from the start.

Months have rolled by. 
More like trudged past, like boots stuck in mud during the rain.
Your name tastes like mint and memory flavored poison on my tongue, and yet my mind wants to reminisce; remember you as "home". 
But all that you left behind from your invasion was falling brick and a shaky foundation.
I believed that I was the city that held its walls high enough to protect you from the world. 
From yourself. 
But cannon fire rings the loudest when it's fired from within. 
And even still, I find myself forgiving you. 
Not because you deserve my forgiveness, but because these broken and battered walls of my heart can no longer carry the burden of your name.

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.