Your fine lips, I would kiss you again
So don't be frightened by my skeleton
I'd kill to touch your soft bony hands
But I can't, because this is my lover's century

There's a crack in the mirror and a bloodstain on the bed
Oh, you were a vampire and, baby, I'm a walking dead

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Every tear I cry
Burns away through my eyes
Where I can see through my lies
Every tear I cry
Makes trails in the ice
Where I am warm inside
See straight into me
Just look beyond the tears in my eyes
Please stay here with me
Just hold me as I bleed myself dry

I love this one.