My charm is a siege weapon, designed to
Wear its way through her walls while I wait with
Patience just outside her gate. I undo
Her defenses and make myself a myth
Of everything she needs but can't have yet.
I'll become the person that she's always
Pictured at her side. She will frown and fret
With worry while thinking of all the ways
She could mess up and miss out on her chance
To be with me. And in the end I won't
Have to beat down her gate, she'll let me dance
Right in. That's when I'l leave, because I don't
Want her. I don't want anyone at all.
What I want is to watch defenses fall.