POISON

POISON

MY DOOR SHUTS LOUD
MY KEYS ARE THROWN FAR

"WHERE'S MY PRETTY LITTLE BOY HIDING NOW"

I'M UNDER THE TABLE KNEELING CAUSE I COULDN'T SIT
HOLDING A KNIFE THAT WOULD END UP INSIDE HIM
IF HE WAS TO FIND ME
IF HE WAS SMELL ME

I WOULD RUN FAST BUT HE WOULD RUN FASTER
I CAN'T WAIT TIL THE DAY THAT I'M BIGGER
HOLDING A KNIFE OR PULLING THE TRIGER

SOMETIMES I BLAME IT ON THE DRUGS AND DRINK INSIDE
BUT THEN I SEE IT IN HIS EYES I SEE THAT HE IS POISON

POISON