It's all a bit much, When thinking of poisoned touch, And thinking of.... Pass it on pass it on. And thinking he may be wrong, For me. No one is right all the time, I wish I could take flight, Instead of rhyme. He thinks poetry is a joke, And I kept my secret. "let's be honest from the start" Possible for prrrrrrfection. And I do struggle with my intentions. off the chart and wondering if the issue will get worse, Sllllloooooooowly. I can picture my demise. It's all lies.