Like vanilla spice
And as sweet as chocolate
Her lips were nice
But the rest was poison
She'll be plotting your demise
As you're hypnotized

Her beauty is amazing
The ideas hidden in the back of her mind
Thoughts with dreams that are mesmerizing
One day she could change this world
Too bad she's a sad young girl
She might say goodbye
Before the world
Could say
Hello

What is a sin?
An immoral act?  

To lie, is a position where I have been
Lying being tempting is not only a statement but a fact

It is a daily struggle to resist
It is my job to beat the temptation

Before an unfortunate event preexist
I most make the right decision




"but oh darling I can't take all that pressure"
but why?
"I have to find a way to get my own pleasure"
is innocence just a lie?
*" Yes we're sinners you and I"

Living at the edge...huh?
What's it like when you're actually at the edge?
What's the emotion and thoughts going through your head
Having such control over your own life
Should I jump
Your mind wants to be satisfied
Will you beat the temptation and actually survive



Should I jump






*Or stay alive

I wrote how I felt
on a small slip of paper
and I threw it
into the ocean
to never been seen
*again

Last night, I got kisses.
They weren't sweet kisses,
They weren't soft kisses.

They were sharp kisses,
They were swift kisses.
They were the kind of kisses that leave marks.

They were the kind of kisses that sting.
They were peppering kisses,
They were lightning kisses.

They were biting kisses,
They were a blade's kisses.
They were the kinds of kisses I regret.

They were the kinds of kisses that sting for days.
They were silver kisses,
They turned into red kisses.

They weren't my first kisses,
They weren't my last kisses.
Last night, I got kisses.