My drink was laced with death
What do you expect when you're seen
as a vulnerable prospect?
Through my drowsy heart
pulsed a pang of regret
My tears ran miles when
Panic started to sweat
My drink was laced with death
Of me there was nothing
for him to take
But a drink too early
spun regrets too late.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
My drink was laced with death
What do you expect when you're seen
as a vulnerable prospect?
Through my drowsy heart
pulsed a pang of regret
My tears ran miles when
Panic started to sweat
My drink was laced with death
Of me there was nothing
for him to take
But a drink too early
spun regrets too late.
