YSV ( / Wales, UK)


It’s a melancholy sound
That leads you to this town,
But now you’re here,
Your straw head will burn.
You had your turn.
You made it worse,
Now you must learn.

She’ll bring the matches,
I’ll bring the kerosene,
We’ll burn you up pretty good,
Make a pretty scene
For the public.

You know it’s you turn,
Time to learn if the lies you spoke
Were worth telling,
Even if they were true until the end.

You still call her ’friend’,
But now you see-
This was a trap from the start,
A trap for your lonely straw heart,
And you fell right in.

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