You're in my head
and I cannot set you free.
Too much change, too soon;
I don't recall such sanguine tears.
Afraid to live,
afraid to die,
afraid of the hatred
pouring from my lips.
God, why don't you stop trying so hard
when you know I'm at the brink?

Because you're silver and sharp like tinfoil,
and yet so fragile.
You can make me bleed and scream,
but remember
I can tear you apart just as easily.

Feeding off the possibilities;
with my breath ebbing away,
slowly your sadist dream comes true.
Even if I close my eyes
you haunt me in the back of my head.
I know I could run
but I'd take you with me.
So you say you're a god of fire:
but will you run in terror
when I become the flame?

Because you're silver and sharp like tinfoil,
and yet so fragile.
You can make me bleed and scream,
but remember
I can tear you apart just as easily.

If you want me dead,
then cast off my mortal coils.
But I may be imprinted in your mind
as much as you are in mine.

Because you're silver and sharp like tinfoil,
and yet so fragile.
You can make me bleed and scream,
but remember
I can tear you apart just as easily.

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