The Return

Yeah, your Demon Nikki has returned, And no, I haven't changed at all. I'm still the same old whistle and tune, Still the tears and the blood on the floor, Except now everybody has walked out the door. I left for quite a while, as my heart was tore, As my life fell through the crack, As I had to sew myself back together, But I'm back, and scarred, and as beautiful, As your crimson black Frankenstein. But for you, I hold all new lines, All new people in my life, and all new rhymes. Been a while since I have written to you, I'm sure I haven't been missed; I won't miss you, too.