I am a witch. All my charms and all my accidents are all just instruments to lock you up.
I am a carnival. A house of mirrors. I will con you. All my tricks and all my magic will keep you dizzy with desire.
How could I know my spell was broke? I am nothing like the girl you thought I was without your love.
How could I haunt you, keep you close, when you can see the seams and the fraying of my dress? I am defenseless.