Feline
Eyes that mesmerize
Fangs masked by smiles
These are all the makings of a cold-blooded feline
Soft to the touch
Purs that warm you up
Paws filled with claws that you never even saw
Look the other way, don’t be naive
Your instincts are telling you “ to flee”
The mousetrap is on display
With the cat looking for it’s pray
Look the other way
Heart as cold as stone
Veins dried to the core
Numb to the feelings and the love and the squealings
Look the other way, don’t wanna bleed
Because this feline wants to feed
All of this pain was meant to be
A replacement for what she seeks
She can’t control the way she is
It’s her nature to lure them in
And everytime she realizes the pain she’s given
Look the other way
Don’t be naive
Unless you want to seethe and hear your screams
This cold hearted killer
Has no pulse or no beat
Stray away
Don’t get too close or you’ll be caged
Afterwards, your heart will never be the same
Look the other way, listen to what I say
This is her predestined fate
But maybe I can change the amount of ache that she makes
Look the other way
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