It's our own version of
"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours".
Ugly red lines, overlapping;
the secret's between silences.

Now I'm not sure how it started,
but I'm afraid of how it'll end.
I know that you can't help me,
and he might just be pretend.

You could call it "Blood and Chocolate",
mixing lust and passion, too.
Don't worry, I'm a coward,
but there's nothing you can do.