In the dark of my design, I craft a plan to unwind, The threads that hold me tight, I'll cut them loose, and watch it ignite. I'm the arsonist, I'm the thief, Stealing happiness, before it's relief. I'm the master of my demise, Dancing in the flames, with open eyes. I see the beauty, I see the light, But I'll extinguish it, before it takes flight. I'll choose the shadows, where I reside, Afraid to let go, and let love glide.