Painfully, it came to me like a razor that cuts a ribbon on your throat:
You're part of me, and a part of me is in danger of losing all my self-control
Who is this person you turned out to be?
You had me convinced for so long;
Smooth on the surface but sharp underneath;
You were ‘the beast' all along
And you keep coming back, you keep coming back: it always ends the same
I can see, you were born to be – it's your nature: you were better on your own
But stupidly, I believed it was safer to be the one who never knows –
What kind of person you turned out to be
You had me convinced for so long
Smooth on the surface but sharp underneath
You were ‘the beast' all along
And you keep coming back, you keep coming back: it always ends the same
Truthfully, you have always been like a stranger; and here I am the last to know
It's just like me to be so naïve - I'm a failure, to let my inhibitions go
Who is this person you turned out to be?
You had me convinced for so long;
Smooth on the surface but sharp underneath;
You were ‘the beast' all along
And you keep coming back, you keep coming back: it always ends the same

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