A Disappearing Act

I need a change in my sentence
I need a photographic memory
I want nothing but to disappear
Turn off the lights, good night
I knew you’d come by, to turn on a new life
I knew you’d come, burning bridges but not to fight
I’ll come clean to everyone
A complaint in every single line
I want nothing but to bleed right through this
Turn off the lights, goodbye
I’ll see you in time, to turn on a new life
I knew you’d turn towards your maker to give you love
Turn on a new life, I knew you’d come by to put on a new disguise
I knew you’d turn towards your maker to give you love
Turn off the lights, I wish you would stay a while
Wish you would stay a while