demise.

I see how much you love me in your eyes Every time you look at me it's like you're planning my demise You have your blackend soul, which so eloquently compliments mine My heart is pure and white, which you say is sometimes a landmine I know you have your dark past and some of it's really scary You don't have to put the monster away...every time it calls itself Scary Terry. My love for you will never waver You've got yourself a ride or die, through the weather.