Tonight you will die for me, finally out of my body. I Can't stop dreaming of you. I Finally found what I want, but you always seem to come back and haunt me. I wish I could rid myself of your ghost, I don't want to be your human host. I am your crutch if you're my crush. Killing me with every touch. The first song that I ever wrote was about you. This one surely won't be the last. I'm getting tired and my head hurts, thinking how every conversation was a trap that I fell into, just like you wanted me to. I hate the way that you look at me, your eyes always lie to me. Will I care tomorrow? Just one last confession; I'm scared