I would say I got lost in your eyes, Entangled in your web of beautiful lies. I walked over hot coals Feeling the red, hot sear of rekindled passion On the soles of my feet, Repressed in ill-fitting shoes, Waltzing with a clumsy partner Who steps on my toes all night. You build me up to continuously tear me down But I have a degradation kink And I want you to spit on my grave. Death pays its dues. I’ll always be the one who got away While you’re still squandering the labyrinth of my complex oddities, Putting me in the cabinet with all of your other curiosities. A picture lasts longer than a thousand words So why not display my corpse, Mummify my devotion, Just to take me out at your bland dinner parties? Tell your equally bland guests about our game of cat and mouse. How I sure fought until the bitter end But you eventually wore me down And took me as your trophy.