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I'm regretting the need for a moment and I'm stepping on your toes.
You're ignoring every sign I send, I'm trying not to impose.
Does she make the lovely in you run, deep beneath your skin?
Do I make the hatred in your heart, bleed with specks of sin?
And now I need the proper introduction, Is it she you're going to be with?

Keep stepping all over these eggshells, they'll buckle beneath your beauty, darling.
The shreds of my heart are mixed in, you'll never notice if you're not looking.
She has your eyes, focused on a sickening prize,
And now what have I? Just a painstaking fondness for the blade.
If you were paying attention you'd be amazed, tell me, lover, are you fazed?

The world seems all glitterly when you visit on her page,
But when you're seeing mine, you're only driving me away.
She doesn't even sparkle, and the pearls around her neck are fake.
But somehow she's caught your attention, and I'm wondering, how much more can I take?
Show your fucking teeth, glare and see my grief, because you know what you mean to me.

Keep stepping all over these eggshells, they'll buckle beneath your beauty, darling.
The shreds of my heart are mixed in, you'll never notice if you're not looking.
She has your eyes, focused on a sickening prize,
And now what have I? Just a painstaking fondness for the blade.
If you were paying attention you'd be amazed, tell me, lover, are you fazed?

I'm dazzled with impatience, but you never clear the fuzzies up.
You're dancing around the problem dear, or don't you give a fuck?
I was focused on a happy ending, you pushed me to the edge of it.
I jumped and fell into this black heart that you've rendered lost again.
When will it end? Do you see me? I cry menacingly, when will it end? Speak like you owe it to me!

Keep stepping all over these eggshells, they'll buckle beneath your beauty, darling.
The shreds of my heart are mixed in, you'll never notice if you're not looking.
She has your eyes, focused on a sickening prize,
And now what have I? Just a painstaking fondness for the blade.
Digging deep into my skin, I use it fondly, my charade.
If you were paying attention you'd fucking be amazed, tell me, lover, are you ever fucking fazed?