| Eight |
| My Words I can't talk like you- I don't think like you- what I am, I simply am. I won't be pressured into conformity. I won't be bullied into a mold of society. Don't try to change my road of thought- or the way I'm expressed. My words are my words, nothing more, nothing less. |
| Rhythm Nobody really understands you- you walk like music plays in your mind, and it does. It goes on, and you play it well. With the grace of ten fingers sliding down a piano- smooth as glass. The rhythm of you makes my feet and heart tap- as your fingers play out the beat. Itt goes on, and you follow restless for the feeling of it in your hands. it's your life, it's your love it's the rhythm that you breathe, it's your heartbeat, it's you. |
| I'll Bite I'm dangerous, be careful look don't touch. Don't stick your fingers through the bars, I'm liable to bite them off. Creature of the night, unstable. I'm tired of being treated like an animal, but If I'm going to be I might as well act like one...be careful, I'll bite. |