Demure

Now I feel it almost here I Stand in front of fear it Eats me up and makes me weak They might want me to be this small But what if I happen to fall Out of place just as fast Circling the ether once again Searching for every old friend That I didn't get to back stab Or maybe I'll find Mr.Right holding a knife F*ck him I might Take his knife and I'd fight Maybe I might kill his wife I love you Mr.Right They see, they see right through you and it shakes you to the core No I've been there before I seem to be stuck in the past Shit doesn't last Death came quite fast no it's not fair I sink straight down into the grass It's pretty to dream but just pretty at best