A sweet, pitiful face is all that they see,
I know the awful truth.
Behind that mask,
Lies the face of a stubborn, mean bully.
Whenever I stand near I sense trouble.
Something changes...
It weaves around the air in strong unbeatable packs.
Coiling around me and pulling me closer.
I want to run but I can't.
She has already locked my escape.
Why can't I escape?
Why is it so,so hard.
If looks could kill I would be lying lifelessly on the floor.
Like I'd been attacked by a bear,
Cursed by a demon,
Stabbed by a dagger.
And no one would ever notice,
no one, no one at all...
