Once upon a time there was a girl starving for passion
In love with love itself and with the drama it procured
Every man she ever craved, just perfect for the purpose
Breeding precious heartache that will make her lyrics rhyme

Grandiose pain made her soar high above the ordinary
Yearning Wuthering Heights, searching for Heathcliff all along
Would it be you? Well, never mind
She’ll show you how to play the role

Hey, wanna play this game
Where I am the frail, you my everything
And I die of losing you?
Hey, wanna play my game?
It will end in shame
And I’ll find a way to cast the blame on you

Locked up in Shalott, she’d trade her loneliness for cheap thrills
Be her Lancelot, for her heart won’t curse itself!
And as she fled, supposed to die
Resilience won’t let her even faint

So her boat sails on on rivers where she’d play Ophelia
Keep your mourning tears: She has learnt how to swim
And her boat sails further on, reaching for the sea
And there’s plenty of fish to play with
She may not be called a beauty, so you’re not a beast
You are barely a pet on her leash
She will be nobody’s Juliet, won’t join love in death
‘Cause she loves herself most in the end

Hey, wanna play this game
Where I am the frail, you my everything
And I die of losing you?
Hey, wanna play my game?
It will end in shame
And I’ll find a way to cast the blame on you
Hey wanna play this game
Where you score a point every time you act
Like my ideal of love?
Hey, wanna play my game?
I will see you fail
Taste for tragedy requires a bitter end