Your mind is a forest of traps,
Make a wrong move, someones heart snaps.
Your eyes are as blue and beautiful as the sky,
Behind them are pits of fire with a sad desire.
Your looks of beauty are stunning,
Beneath all that beauty is a will to be cold and cunning.
The pain you've put me through makes me want to die,
In the end your lost and confused soul will cry.
You can set all your traps until your cold hearts content,
Because soon you'll be placed in a hard slate of cement
What goes around comes around,
You'll be just another victim crowned.
