All she's got are cruel intentions.
Honey your not what shes looking for...

I want my heart to pound the way it used too.
The way it did before I even knew you...

Whats interesting about this poem.. is it can be...
Your easily mistaken by poison...

The melody of the waves crashing
with the voices of the young love passing...

On the track,
not looking back...

Gripping the passport,
Purple lights on the horizon...