| Striker |
| Silence before the storm, Before the hurricane, before the strike, Beautiful flower, no, thats a concealed snake. You were nice when we met, Nice when we talked, Nice when we worked together, Where did that nice person go? She didn't exist, She was a mask, The mask that only a serpant has, One that hides herself. She protects herself from everyone, So that she doesn't get hurt, She can only hurt, But it is a double edged sword. She protects herself from everyone, Everyone that loves her, Everyone that did lover her, Everyone that may love her. She puts on the mask everyday, She doesn't take it off until shes close, Then she strikes you, Only when her mask is off. Has she striked you? If she has I know how you feel, If you havn't you're lucky, This is one snake you don't want to mess with, Untill she changes her ways. |