They won't tell you fairytales
Of how girls can be dangerous and still win
They will only tell you stories
Where girls are sweet and kind
And reject all sin
I guess to them
It's a terrifying thought
A red riding hood
who knew exactly
What she was doing
When she invited the wild in.

The moon is a loyal companion
Sitting up listening to me cry
Comforting me until I fall asleep.

Im broken
And Unspoken
Want to cry
Sometimes die
But then I think
Strong you have to be
Put a happy face on
And must go on
Don't let nobody know
That your slowly gone
Its going to be hard
Trust nobody with tour heart
With your feeling your trust
They will let you down just because

Roses white and dying light
Silvers sweet and forgiving bight
She'll ask "why"
No answers found
And I'll rot deep
Beneath the ground.