She was a wrong cord of guitar in between a concert
She was the force of friction, wrecking my machinery
She was a mud puddle when I saw her as a perfume
She was a childhood trauma in the skin of a memory

Knew all my secrets that nobody had the access to
Used them as a weapon, pointing the trigger at me
Always hidden behind the coat of her wicked smile
She attacked the places even surgeries couldn't fix

She was a chocolate pastry in the form of diabetes
She was a temporary wound with a permanent scar
She was a cushion, ricocheting all the bullets on me
She was an evil fiend floating like an exciting bizzare

Everything she said was a lie coated with caramel
She was speeding away as if a snapshot of waves
The moment of her batting eyes was sickly sweet
But all she did was kill with them and build graves

She was a hoax, deceiving good and bringing sins
But looked so innocent, like kids in the playground
She had beautiful scales, piercing my skin in secrecy
If she was known as life, I felt better to get drowned