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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