• ~
    Her voice drifts along,
    A sweet, slow, beautiful song,
    Every single note spot on,
    You've known all along,
    You've known all along.

    Her endless beauty hides her hate,
    Drowning lungs shall be your fate,
    Poor little fish unaware he is bait,
    She won't be late,
    She won't be late.

    Now you stand along the shore,
    Your weak little heart screaming for more,
    Holding the locket she once wore,
    The hearts she tore,
    The hearts she tore.

    You are dragged beneath the sea,
    Thinking she will set you free,
    Understanding her intentions suddenly,
    A trick is she,
    Why couldn't you see?
    ~