10.07.2003 :::
Good Intentions
She lives on, good intentions
Doesn't fall in, with the crowds.
She has no, Big suspicions.
They're not, for her.
She sleeps, with boys,
On the, first date.
She doens't, feel it.
But she, likes it.
Her name is, Forgiven
No she, doesn't
Apologize, for livin'
She's not, a girl
But a snake, hidden
Hidden in the grass.
She has, eyes for the night
I can't understand.
When she, tells me I'm right,
I could hold her hand.
Then she'd, suck my blood,
Without a care.
I'd just, stand in the mud.
With a stupid air.
Her name is, Forgiven
No she, doesn't
Apologize, for livin'
She's not, a girl
But a snake, hidden
Hidden in the grass.
She has me, in a vice.
It's not, so bad.
You may say, I'm no man,
But I am, so happy.
I'm not, a slave.
She loves me, on pay day.
That's enough, for me.
She tells me, I'll make it.
I trust her, she kills me.
Says it's, for the best.
Her name is, Forgiven
No she, doesn't
Apologize, for livin'
She's not, a girl
But a snake, hidden
Hidden in the grass.
But I, love her,
While she, she kills me.
::: posted by Matthew at 9:14 PM
