Oh darling don't feed me thoselines,
I've heard them all before.
Sweetheart don't waste my time,
I'd rather get on with life than settle some sort of score.
Either take what you see,
embrace me as you see fit.
Or release me,
and be done with it.

I'm releasing my inner huntress,
Sly and deadly.
I do not go to you; you come to me in my dark fortress,
captivated by my siren's melody.
With grace; I'll pounce upon your unsuspecting heart,
I'll devour it whole.
It is in fact an art,
to reclaim your lost soul.

We all have that little voice in our head,
that tiny being that supposedly helps us choose the right way.
Well mine's a royal ***** and and at time's I want to tell her to drop dead,
she's a nusiance; rather spiteful with every word she might say.
She's neither helpful or optimistic,
rather loathsome and quite sarcastic.
I just want to know which way to turn,
how to make the right choice.
But instead all I get is class dismissed; meeting ajourned,
nothing helpful nor comforting from that harsh little voice.
I really wish she'd drop dead,
just lay down and die.
I'm not sure; perhaps it's all in my head,
in fact I know it is and She's still there; forever on stand-by.

When you're holding her Darling,
safe in your arms tonight.
Do you think of me my Starling,
while you're in the dark; am I the light?
If you're kissing her her; do you see me Dear,
am I still in your mind?
Do I haunt you as you draw her near,
does she know that you're still mine?

Though I have long studied and admired the ancient tragedies,
I had no interest in becoming a part of their play.
In loving you I have taken part in this corrupted scene for which there is no easy remedy,
I have become the passionate lover by night,
the fate  forsaking victim  by day.
No longer am I myself,
She does not exist here anymore.
I take the appearance of someone else; though in it,
I fear my soul shall not soar.
I am Psyche beguiled by Cupid,
Persephone lured away and held captive with Hades.
I am Juliet taken with the forbidden Romeo; pathetically whimsical and stupid,
I am Cleopatra  besought-ed with Mark Antony in my Nile of water lilies.
Tragedy is never becoming not for a Queen nor Goddess nor even a commoner.
The only difference between the stories and myself is that it would seem you find this to be amusing,
not seeing you also play a part in this ill fated blunder.

Nothings gonna bring me down; I'm wild young and free.
If you don't like it that's fine by me.
I'm not here to impress you like a show for you to see.
I'm gonna spread my wings and soar I'm gonna just be.

Seems like it's finally coming to an end,
it's time to face the facts; we're through.
It's time to close the door no more playing pretend,
we both need to make the last move.
No more these thoughts of what we could have been,
it's pointless; like screaming until your lungs turn blue.
Take in a deep breath; stop thinking with my broken heart and just let it be,
I know what I must do next is for the best; though it's killing me.
It's time to lock up those memories; to toss away the key,
Instead of holding on to the box they're in; I'll drown it in the sea.
Now we are finished; there is no you and me,
Now we both are free.