(It's rather abstract, more symbolic than literal and self-reflective tbh) I gave them a smile, but its been a while, I gave them a smile, but all that while, They wanted me to be their monster, But that's just not me, no thank you sir. Oh its been so long since I went dancing, But I forgot that I danced oh so deadly, With a grin and a smirk they knew, I had ruined myself and friends, all for you. You try your best and be oh so sweet, But all you end up as, is venom burning through the sheet. Suppose it's the nature of your own heart, as you just tear, many things apart. Yeah, that's me now. I'm just venom to all the friends I touch, I can kill anything without effort or strife, It's a mess, It's a mess and I'm not your crutch, Cos why would I help, the one who broke my life. Revenge was never quite me, But accidental chaos true, left me confused, Friends would be burned and bruised, and even worse to those already been abused. I'm venom at the touch, Searing all that come close, Fixing never works, I'm DM on the hose. And as for enemies and lovers? The first ones poison me too quick, And second; well they never exist. If any, they come and go within a tick. As for the mirror held within my hand, It's cracked from these impure eyes, Once baby blue; now green as rotting land, it's that heart of mine, infected and festering with the darkness from evil guys.
