Shut the curtains, show me who you are
Tell me that I'm perfect and lock me in a jar
If love is like this, I guess I've never loved
Into the corner you got me easily shoved
Wording is your art, either holding a dagger or a rose
Your eyes shine like fire but your heart bleeds onto the carpet
Love your laughter but getting used to the exhaustion
Something that I've never felt before, befriending with chaos
Contrary to everything I stand for
Is everything I want even more
Can you still recognize me even when I cannot anymore?
Why am I your victim, yet you the hunted one?
