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Play silly games with my head
Play them well

Steal my heart
drop it
break it
rip it
.....crush it into oblivion

Show me your face
I wish to see my killer

Your mask is cracking
Your costume is ripping

Is this, what I see, the reason you hide?

Please do not fear
I am a dying maid
Who am I to tell?

Why does such beauty hide?

Or is this another game?
You play games so well.

Why am I crying you ask?
You would do the same if you saw an angel standing before you......
and then she killed you.

Lay next to me dear.
I feel my soul withering.

The blackness I have always feared.
Finally I face it.
Why do I still hold you you ask?

Because......My heart is dying in your hand

Do not give it back, love

I would rather not have something returned so rugged as that

Stay.....please.....
Yes.....I am asking you to stand and watch me die......

I am telling you.....
You, the last person to ever hear me breathe.......

Cry with me......
One last time, play your game......

Cradle that withered organ you have in your hand......

I love you, my killer........

.....good-bye......