1 August 2012
Hey pickpocket, I saw you just now, Sneaking around, Breaking hearts with no sounds, Your words are so evil, And your eyes so manipulative, Each heart and have encased and shown, In trophy rooms on pedestals.
Deep in the night, He's closing on you, Into the depths of your soul, Girl you better run!
He's dangerous, I'm not lieing to you, His kind, No, no, they never prove, To be worthy, Of the love you have, He's just a thief in the night, When he has no right, So don't be fooled, By his poker face tonight.
Poker Face • Opuss № I