I know you, you always look for angles
Passing by your back is watched by peddlers
Eyes like daggers, flesh and clothing renders
I can see your ex, he’s plotting vengeance
Everything is top, as if it’s challenge
Let me get you drink just to establish
Conversation, right before you vanish
Devil’s tale as mighty weapon brandish
Love to you another type of barter
Knife is always with you, fixed with garter
Burn so bright, they call you firestarter
I would run like hell if I’d be smarter
No one seen you cry or be judgmental
That’s why people call me sentimental
Hard to trust someone, who’s not as mental
In the art of play you’re instrumental
Even fully shut you walk as naked
Gentle hands are perfect tool for breaking
You drink blood, if I am not mistaken
All alone, that’s how are you awaking
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© Copyright: Мика Фролов, 2017
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