Killjoy, you said you wanted to hold my hand as we rode on the Ferris Wheel
but Killjoy, you were promised to another (this made me sad),
and abandoning anybody was nobody's plan, but Killjoy, you love to do your
job.

Killjoy, sweet lamb of mine, I watched you murder your friends today,
but Killjoy, you told me that they mattered (did you lie?),
and laughing in someone's face is no one's intent, but Killjoy, you love to do your
job.

Killjoy,
I love you.

Killjoy,
You're mine.

Killjoy, when you touch me I want to scream at the blistering feel
but Killjoy, you never touch me anymore (hate burns with confusion and mistrust),
and justifying love is never easy anymore, but Killjoy, you love to murder
everyone and their happiness.

And you say that's because it is your job
(but sometimes I wonder why it is your duty,
and then my heart starts to hurt).