The Pointless Book

Angel

Comfortable enough to think you'll take her
But when she smiles, all her teeth are made of razors
She doesn't care about your words
Or how you'll save her
Where she comes from, there's no saviours

Worry 'bout what you got yourself into
She doesn't like it when you tell her that she's sinful

You better watch your back
'Cause she can see right through you
Knows exactly how she'll kill you

Face like an angel
But she's far from that
She makes up her own rules
She never looks back
She does as she pleases
She knows that you need it

She'll make you cry, no point in hiding
She loves the sight, the fear in your eyes

Cloudy skies, she doesn't mind
She's from the fires, planning your demise

Don't even try, you'll never understand her
Waste of your time trying to decipher her demeanor
Losin' your mind, she'll never follow your commands
Heart is frozen, full of anger