I'm definitely not you...
not you, not perfect...

A treat of treacle on my tongue
along a cotton candy lane...

Who dare go down the torture hole;
The cold, shivery haunt of taunted souls...

I was judge and I was jury
You freed me from an impossible prison...

Ravage of a savage dog
lock jaw and jealousy...

You are the Crescent of my moon, the crimson of my...
The clearness of my day when the world falls...

Skin clear, she appeared all firm and fair
no perm just jet black worms in her hair...

That day jealousy crept through like filthy rain
Why did you show me your shadowy stain...