Your words are as temporary to me as temporary tattoos
You pick and chose what you wanna lose
That’s why I have to turn you loose
My grandma turns to me to tell me there’s always more fish in the sea
I guess I will always be at loss and not learn
Well I went fishing in the sea and something grabbed my worm
I reeled it in to see and realized the only bait around was me
Never wait around for the ones’ who let you down
It’ll leave you with a frown bringing you down down to the deep bottom of the sea
Now I’m the predator not the prey
Be careful now cause as you see you are the preyed on by the predators not me