Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan,
Not like I'm too high in demand,
but that won't matter when,
I'll make you regret walking alone, through the sand.

Sl-ow-ly

I want you to call my name so,
Baby I'd scream for you to do, though
I rather you return with the warmth you once had.
I hate to see good boys gone bad–

Slow-ly

I rather have fate decide,
just don't like making choices alone,
can you blame me?
Who doesn't like a drink of cyanide?

The only screaming I do now is internal-