My conscience plays Russian Roulette every time
that I chase after your white satin silhouette.
My admiration and love for you is a fading memory
that is a sad love story. Distracted, you miss the
chance to dance with me at the prom and jump
over the broom with me. I miss you because I
wish you were still the same person who gave me
my first kiss. I am me, you see we can't be whatever
you want us to be in the future anymore because
I know you love me no more. Already gone, Its too
late for you to stay true to me as if you are my best
friend. Its too late for you to date me and claim me
to be your soulmate. Its too late for you to apologize
forgetting to memorize my name and remember my
birthday. I linger in the shadows of lions and the stars.
My widow shadow flies out of my bedroom window into a
world where you don't exist. I can't wait for dust to descend
upon time so every dime that I used to waste on you can
turn into rust. Trust, your passionate youthful lust desires
must expire because you no longer inspire me to want to
build an empire with you since you have turned yourself into
a blood thirsty vampire.