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I belive you're the box now

and I've become your lock and key.

You're getting shut up, stamped out, held down.

I hope this isn't what you've been expecting.



Prancing around that stage of yours

is going to get you raped one day

and I hope that the boy you've been batting your eyes at

all night does it too.

I bet he'll commit the most perfect crime

because your damn lips are sealed on all subjects,

except when that cigarrette pleads to enter.

You'll always give in to it.

And that smoke that you've been breathing in my face all night

will suck right back into you

and develop into one of those deadly diseases that will,

hopefully, eat away slowly at your cutness and your perfection.



I bet when in your worst state you'll still belly up to the bar

and ask fot that last drink that'll do you in.



You're so arrogant; I hope your words choke you before the lung cancer does.