You haven't changed
still a wolf in sheeps clothing
that is to say maybe the devil in a saint suit... with matching shoes
Still onery ans surly
Still Belzebub's unknowing minion
You teeter between sane and insane in the same conversation
Bi-polar or maybe manic depressive
Saw you try to force croc tears to make me feel bad
Little did you know I would have laughed had they fallen
Not to be cruel
just knowing the false effort it took to get them out,
would have tickeled me to no end
how can you know love when you've never loved
be loved when you wont allow the intimacy of getting to know you
We'll keep the ten foot pole between us, I guarantee
I can smell the sulfer and brimstone from here don't worry...
But I digress...