The Girl You Left for Dead

I learned to love the dark the night you walked away.

You wanted me to shatter — so I did, just not like that.

Now every mirror shows a ghost you’ll never chase.

You made a monster, darling. Aren’t you proud of that?

You wanted me to shatter — so I did, just not like that.

I broke into a thousand blades, each one with your name.

You made a monster, darling. Aren’t you proud of that?

I’ll be the last thing that you see before the flame.

I broke into a thousand blades, each one with your name.

You think I cry? I sharpen. You think I burn? I glow.

I’ll be the last thing that you see before the flame —

the quiet yes you should have said three years ago.

You think I cry? I sharpen. You think I burn? I glow.

Now every mirror shows a ghost you’ll never chase.

The quiet yes you should have said three years ago —

I learned to love the dark the night you walked away.