11.1.10

Nonsense

This is me talking. 
That's right, me.

I'm breaking from the inside out.
I don't know how to sort it out.
Broken from the start I suppose.

Yeah, yeah I know thorns hurts on the rose.

Nonsense ain't my style-
I'm actin' like a cruel lil child.
Spoiled lil child.
Shut your mouth!

I ain't got the time to get ye riled- 
So spur of the moment is this rift between us.

The lion's gonna eat tonight,
Eat them lil lambs tonight.
Once, twice, thrice.

Psycho fallen angel.
Devil in disguise.
Breaking now is most unwise.