Taste Of A Poison Paradise

“You stung, as if you knew I'd sting right there. And you shouldn't know these things about me. Abused as if your pain would quench my fear. How could you know these things about me? You shouldn't know these things. And be this awfully well in tune. Go as if not aware be like those others that assume. You knew and you still managed to find my stare. And you shouldn't know these things about me." Damn, this knows how to get to me.