Roar
She will eat you alive if you let your guard down.
She will drag you to the lake and hold you under to drown.
She has the most beautiful way of coxing with lies.
She is the reason your hope weakens and dies.
The pretty tiger.
She wants you to play,
look at what her eyes say.
\"Come a little closer to see,
look at the stripes over me\"
\"The fangs and my strong claws,
look at my soft pretty paws\"
She will eat you alive.
She is built to survive.
The pretty tiger.
Choices
If I choose to find a silent spot,
pull my gun and get me shot,
it\'s a choice that I would have chosen.
If I loop a rope and suit my tie,
to hang myself and simply die,
then it\'s a choice that I have chosen.
If the car that I drive its brakes I slash,
decide to speed and dramatically crash,
then I have chosen what I have chosen.
If I was to choose a choice,
to silence the voices,
then I would have chosen.
But I am still here,
the voices I still hear,
choices.