Cyanide

She walks in shadows sharp as glass. Her smile cuts through like a

broken past. She's a firework that burns too fast.

Tastes like sugar, but she's poison inside. Every step closer is a slow

suicide. She's cyanide, cyanide. Kiss her lips and kiss goodbye.

She's cyanide, cyanide. Sweet enough to make you die.

Her words are whispers laced with steel. You think it's love,

but it's a raw deal. Her eyes are traps, they

make you kneel. Oh. She's cyanide, cyanide.