It's pretty clear
It's all over
Well... to be honest
It never began
No matter what I felt
How pathetic to write this song
While I know you are with him now
Oh, the shape of your feet!
Though I told I didn't like them
Now they're all I'm able to think of
Here comes again that awful beast
That now and then
Fills me up
With this need
To feed on you
I need to eat you
And be eaten by you