My lipstick and fake smile drew you in

You didn't know about the knife under my tongue

Be careful

You'll kiss me and feel the sting,

But will be too far gone to care.

My fingertips are red from all the blood that I spilled.

My actions are fuelled by lust and hate.

Sweet little boy,

Be careful of the knife under my tongue

Because it will cut,

But you'll love the pain.

The flame that burns in my eyes is not a gentle one,

But a raging forest fire.

Sweet little boy,

You tasted the knife,

How was it?