Lest I climb onto your back
I will promise not to sting
I will tell you what you want to hear,
and not mean anything
Then I treat you like a dog
As I shoot my venom in
You pretend you didn’t know
that I am a scorpion
give 'em a twist, a flick of a wrist
I don't expect anyone to read this, actually. Random ramblings and little shits, not much more.
February 14, 2011
