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I AM not NAIVE


The art of being naive

Some say it's not such a bad thing

But when you ask if they eat pandas at panda express

They give you a lie and nothing less

Yes, that is what they eat

And I believed them, stupid me

I was so upset, you'll never know how much

When it comes to life, I'll never know how to stay in touch

I had nightmares when I was five

Someone told me one tiny little lie

He told me he was a werewolf, and I was scared

Late at night I dreamed his teeth were bared

Over my parents bodies he would stand

And needless to say, I was NOT a fan

Of these little lies, how can you stand

No, I definitely was not a fan

 

 

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