I've written to the edge of every page, 
From caves filled from our hidden pains, 
Where the memories of you  
Continue to stain, every frame of my life.
Like fingerprints on polaroid’s, 
My heart was your plaything,
Until you broke that toy.
You'd play the field, 
As the nocturnal vampire came out, 
Out there sucking pleasure from the others you seek, 
In secret locations,
Or dark alley ways where you’d creep.
I was the fool on the edge of love, that fell too deep.
Worried sick and losing sleep.
As you strip me bare, taking your pounds of flesh, 
With plenty of interest. 
Eyes on you like a spotlight, 
So many drawn into your gaze, 
Like sex crazed moths that wanted to misbehave.
They could smell the excitement off you for miles,
Your natural scent drew them in,
Like blood hounds they’d gather around the tables.
I thought that you were an angel,
An angel that was addicted to sins,
As I'm forced to fight with no chance to win.
Not knowing what's wrong or right. 
Arguments on repeat the track that played for us each night.
Haunted by your sweet songs, 
Red lipstick and black thongs. 
But where did it all go wrong?
Black velvet and that little boy’s smile,
These lyrics clawed their way into my mind,
As they haunt me still for miles.
Trust was that bridge between us that cracked and fell apart. 
Eaten away by every time you betrayed me.
I can count the tally marks across my heart.
Every time that knife went in,
Your dark version came out.
Your dual personality,
Trying to love the two of you, but I had my doubts.
Falling for a photo hanging on the wall. 
My mind lost in a maze of love. 
As you caved in all those walls, 
And watch me free fall. 
Tears for my last performance. 
As we hear the crowd applaud, 
I'm broken hearted, 
I’m that tear-soaked shirt crumpled on the floor. 
How many times can you try to fix the glass in a stain glass window?
When that piece doesn’t seem to fit anymore.
Knowing every time, the sun glows, 
The cracks will always show. 
And one day when the wind is too strong, 
That fragment of glass will eventually go,
A kaleidoscope of a love I hoped would work. 
But those broken pieces were the lessons we needed to find better hearts. 
As ours were far too damaged from the start. 
Don't fall for a photo on a wall. 
Loving someone you've never met at all. 
As your mind creates a perfect story, 
One that couldn’t exist,
Haunted by that happy ending,
Even when it goes a miss.
It’s my fault. My hopes were too high.
As I put you way up there on a pedestal, 
As I watched our fairy tale love. 
Take a fatal fall.