when you say you can see the future,
can see yourself loving me?
how long does it take to pull you in?
tell me, please, how long do we have
where you believe me to be sweet?
oh, dear fortune-teller,
i can't help but to doubt your crystal ball.
honestly now,
how soon do i sink my teeth into your hand?
i know too well exactly what i am,
nothing more than a dog that bites,
a cat who refuses to be held,
just a vile little girl.
predictions of forever;
i can't believe in those words
however sweet they may be.
