Torn Apart  (Vampire)

Why did you call this late?
You know I don't stay up past midnight,
You see me as a vampire with fangs sharp as thunder,
I don't travel light,
I sleep at night,
I'm torn apart by the way you see me,
I bathe and surrender in your lies,
And the way I cry-
The way the vampire cries.

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