Dear,, FuCkle Thing
Found your place today?
You felt like a bullet inside
But I guess it’s totally ok
Your intend are harsh
And you kissed so cold
Hoped for a friend
But you broke the hand we hold
Screaming in my head
Smiling behind every reflection
Some time soon
I’ll blow your sacred perfection
I hope you can keep me
In a bottle above your bed
I’ll be the dirty little secret
That will make your mommy mad
Feel so sleepless tonight
I won’t be ashamed for my light
Cause thru all the darkling shakes
I’ve found more than only fakes
Run along
And find me dying
On a plate of fresh blood
With the bullet in my hand
You Know I’ve killed you!