I just had one thing in my head: Tame you, then blame you; take you in, so that later I could cut you out.
I always got you dancing with the devil.
I think, that it all happened just because I actually never really wanted to grasp anyone this much. Or was it more that I purely wanted to see you crushed?
I wonder why you kept coming back, like I was your dome; yet you knew all along that I was nothing more than a shape of what was once called home. And I feel that before, I wasn’t like this… No. Did you ever think, that maybe, just maybe you were the one that made me switch?
So which one of us is more screwed? I could never decide it… Ironically, you’re still the best dancer I ever knew.
The last thing you said is that you enjoyed dancing with me too.