| The poet’s a genius,
|
| Its something I don’t see,
|
| Why would a genius be trippin on me?
|
| And there’s looking and another,
|
| Why he can’t see is that I’m looking through his eyes,
|
| So many lies behind his eyes.
|
| N tell me stories from your past,
|
| And sing me songs you wrote before.
|
| I tell u this my Poison Prince,
|
| You’ll soon be knocking on Heaven’s door.
|
| Some kind of Poison Prince,
|
| With your eyes in daze.
|
| Some kind of Poison Prince,
|
| Your life is like a maze.
|
| And what we all want and what we all crave,
|
| Is open up these doors,
|
| So that we can dance the night away.
|
| Who said life was easy,
|
| Who said life was fair,
|
| Who said no one gives a dam,
|
| And no one even cared.
|
| The way you’re acting now,
|
| Like you left that all behind.
|
| You’ve given up,
|
| You’ve given in,
|
| And I’m a sucker of that kind.
|
| Some kind of Poison Prince,
|
| With your eyes in daze.
|
| Some kind of Poison Prince,
|
| Your life is like a maze.
|
| And what we all want and what we all crave,
|
| Is open up these doors,
|
| So that we can dance the night away.
|
| Some kind of Poison Prince,
|
| With your eyes in daze.
|
| Some kind of Poison Prince,
|
| Your life is like a maze.
|
| And what we all want and what we all crave,
|
| Is open up these doors,
|
| So that we can dance the night away |