I’ll give my spirit for you
Because when you’re down
I’m forever your fool
Ask me if I will dance
And I’ll give you a second chance
I won’t stop until you’re pleased
With my whole body’s abstract grief
I won’t stop until I’m dead
And my feet are burning fiery red

I’ll never care if you fall short
Because you’re my king
And I am your court
If you told me to take
Another heart and make it break
I won’t stop until it shatters
And serve it to you on a golden platter
I won’t stop until I’m dead
To make sure that you’re well fed

I’ll let you do what’s best for her
Because you’re my king
And I’m forever your jester
Tell me that you don’t know
I’ll tell you to please let me go
I won’t stop until you leave
Even when I’m too tired to grieve
I won’t stop until I’m dead
And have erased myself from your head

I’ll be here when you must be found
Because you’re my ringmaster
And I’m your best clown
Tell me that she’s what’s right
I’ll never try to put up a fight
I won’t stop until you’ll see
You don't have to be here for me
I won’t stop until I’m dead
And my circus act is for now to bed

But whenever and whatever you need me for
I hope you know that I am forever yours

You called it our song
But I only got to sing with you
When I was forced between your legs

People tell me I’m pretty when the sun is down
My body is a wonderland but only when cloaked in darkness
You want to feel the curve of my chest
But don’t want to see me in the moonlight
I’d have countless lovers if I agreed to be loved during nightfall

I want to be beautiful when the world is lit up
I crave to be shown off before dusk
Nobody walks down the street holding my hand
Unless the only witness is the moon

I’m the girl you get a crush on but never tell your friends about
Growing up I always had boys confessing to me
But only online
Only in secret

Maybe someday someone will love me in the daylight
Kiss me in the middle of the afternoon
In front of their friends
When there are witnesses to their affection
But for now I’ll be the girl you only find pretty in moonlight
Or when you’re feeling tipsy and the world isn’t quite what it used to be

Sometimes I get stuck
And it's hard to tell if I'm ok
But I can always tell that I'm unwell
When I get the urge to talk to you
You do not help me
You do not make me feel positive
And yet I have this urge
To speak to you
To give you the power to hurt me
To give you the power to break me
To take me
To abuse me
To use me
Until I am nothing more
Than an object
Your object
Not a person
Not a set of feelings
Emotionless
Dead
Yet serving a purpose
Useful
Meaningful
Something a little more than
The nothingness I feel

As the honey drips from his lips
not a sound
only guilt
as he felt
his emotions
slip away.....