I thought I'd closed the book on you so many years ago But that's just another "I told you so" for you You made me a man, a person, a thing And secretly I know, I can't just walk away Remember when you tried to give me a new name? It was the last thing that you could take from me And when the bright lights come shining down on me It'll be our shadows, embracing that will remain You're the woman who made the man, who made the monster How very Mary Shelley of you You gave me a mark Yeah, you dirtied my skin With the outline of our shadows A bookmark for your mess The greatest poetry that I could ever write Was tears streaming down your face Knowing I gave you in an instant What you did to me over time Sweet revenge—that was our love to me No one will ever love me like you did No one will ever love me like you did No one will ever love me like you did I hope no one ever loves me like you did I am only what you made me And our outline hides in every page of this beautiful tragedy Are you still satisfied? Look on your works and despair You and me in fearful symmetry