Oh so you think I'm in love with you? "Mwahahaha" You're hilarious. "Mwahahaha" Not a chance. You wear your heart out on your sleeve, a crimson, beating prize. You built a shrine of what you wish to see behind my eyes. You trace your name upon my skin, you tell me that it fits, But all your pretty promises are falling into pits. The air you breathe is poisoned sweet, a fragrance I provide, and every gentle touch I give is where the daggers hide. You call it passion. I call it a well-placed lie. You call it future. I call it how easy you'll die Pull the strings, watch the puppet sway. Every single word you speak, I taught you how to say. This ain't a romance, darling, this is a performance for my soul. I need a witness for the dark, to help me lose control. And when the curtain drops, and all your lovely light is through, I'll find another one to whisper, "Oh so you think I'm in love with you?" You leave small crumbs for me to find, a trail of gilded doubt. A hurried glance across the room when your true self comes out. A flash of cold behind the smile that you rehearse for hours, the way you crush a fragile thing and call the mess "just ours." You analyze my every fear, then spin them as desire, and fan the flames beneath my feet so I will call you "fire." I see the shadows lengthen now; they whisper of the truth—That I'm just flavor on your tongue, the fleeting taste of youth. You call it comfort. I call it a cage built to last. You call it forever. I call it a moment that's passed. Pull the strings, watch the puppet sway. Every single word you speak, I taught you how to say. This ain't a romance, darling, this is a performance for my soul. I need a witness for the dark, to help me lose control. And when the curtain drops, and all your lovely light is through, I'll find another one to whisper, "Oh so you think I'm in love with you?" Don't you see, I don't desire love? Love is weak, love is blind. I need the echo of my worth, reflected in your mind. I need the power that it brings, to know I own your light, to be the only source you seek in the unending night. Your adoration is my fuel, the only thing that's real. Without your trusting, vacant stare, how do you think I'd feel? Hollow. Pull the strings, watch the puppet sway. Every single word you speak, I taught you how to say. This ain't a romance, darling, this is a performance for my soul. I need a witness for the dark, to help me lose control. And when the curtain drops, and all your lovely light is through, I'll find another one to whisper, "Oh so you think I'm in love with you?" Oh, look at you... You're crying. Such a beautiful sound... "Mwahahaha"
