Apples everywhere
Orchards through the years
But never did I dare take one bite
Thought the same for you
You go out for some mirth
But never did I know you ate four times
These virgin lips so pure
Storyboards are wrong
I do not know the world one bit
Cynic, don't be made
My heart cannot take
Little girls must look but when they do
They might not see the snake
Bless my fucking luck
Found a snake so young
Memories obvious you could not love
Writhing now in pain
Cannot start the day
How does it feel to hurt the one you trust
Dug my nails in tight
Thought you wouldn't go
Places dark and cold
But you slithered anyway
Did you stroke her hair
Say does that feel good
Oh I looked but I did not see the snake
Cynic, don't be made
My heart can't take