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Silent ones are the most dangerous.
We lie waiting
Soft as powdered sugar
Melting sweetly
Then I drop my stinger and you realize I am not sugar at all.
I am the arsenic you turned me into.
I was the wrong one to hurt
Because now your impending blood hangs uncertain
Like you left my soul.
We lie waiting
Soft as powdered sugar
Melting sweetly
Then I drop my stinger and you realize I am not sugar at all.
I am the arsenic you turned me into.
I was the wrong one to hurt
Because now your impending blood hangs uncertain
Like you left my soul.