Bats rip at my soul,
My mind loses control,
Smiles fill my mind,
Scars make me confined.
My painted face masks my pain,
My greenish hair hides all my shame.
For now my life is full of death,
I long to hear each and every last breath.
I wait for the Batman to appear,
And make me smile from ear to ear,
And as my scars form a Chelsea grin,
He makes me feel like the greatest sin.
The dark knight is my only goal,
Because he knows the rip in my soul,
He always makes me lose control,
‘Cuz our love will never get old.