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Next Potential Hazzard
No one ever told me,
How good the poison would taste;
And how every victim,
Becomes a dream gone to waste.
And just like in beauty and the beast,
I'm running out of time,
The last pedal fell,
While i was still waiting for a sign.
They tell me he is dangerous,
But that, i already know;
And still I am hypnotized,
With every single blow.
A lick of the lips,
One taste is never enough;
He's my next potential hazzard,
Because I've never been that tough.
He spoke my name,
And I know what'll happen next;
He'll hold my hand,
Then break it, just like the rest.
He tells me how it is,
He yells when he is mad;
He does what he wants,
But so often he is sad.
He tells me how he runs,
And he'll never look back;
Stories of adventure,
And the excitement that i lack.
He's the man of mystery,
Although they call him ignorant;
I admire every word he says,
But he claims the need to repent.
He's much older than I,
But i refuse to care;
This man has taught me life,
And showed me how to dare.
He told me "Kid, you're too beautiful,
"To be wasting away here";
"Tell the world your name,
"And you make sure they hear!".
