My first life I swore, I would love you once more. My second to listen and attempt to forgive. For my third may I enjoy a cup of forget. And my fourth to shed no more tears of regret. Into my fifth, darkness grew and shadows dreamt. The sixth life uncovered, truth in death. By my seventh life I was ready to plunge a knife into your chest. Then my eighth to rip your soul to sheds. Now my ninth you should pray to let me see you never again. For every tail that grew, a human life was lost. But before scarlet blood dyes my silver fur into a sinful hue. And until my soul burns to dust in the abyss of hell. Let you be my ninth tail, my last lie, and my only life.