Catch me astray walking up a hill my breath caught through the vivid memories that keep me still stand to a thought though i cant keep up not a minute to catch my breath as the fresh aroma of your moody, rude self walks through the door though i cant breath but i try my hardest to make her proud why be a prude and make my day worst A snake in the grass is what you are you try to break me down like a nail hidden in plain sight you think that you of high status i hope for you sake you make it out i thought the devil wasn't real till i met you, BUT you are in deed far worst than evil himself