I'm trying to find the girl with the crooked eye, who stole my heart before I could reach the sea.
They warned me "old soul watch her close"
Yet I dared to venture forth.
Her eyes were prisons holding you in their reach. Ripping away slowly at your insecure sanity.
Her lips a sweet poison.
Dancing about words sank into you as if fangs punctured your flesh.
"Watch her motions not her words"
Her fingers slide across my temple.
My skin creeping as her touch possesed my pores.
Ahh a rage fills my lungs
How convincing how deceiving how quickly she ran away with my heart
I fiddle my thumbs in frustration devastation humiliation
"I told you so.." an out pour of laughter as the elders heard of my disaster.
I am no longer the master
Just a capture
Locked behind her eyes
Oh how cruel how shrewd
I'm the fool that sings the blues.