~Pufferfish Stew~
Forget what they’ve told you,
The truth is,
The heated boiling stew,
That leads your heart to a pit,
The world isn’t its chef,
Even though thats your belief,
Blame the pain on what’s left,
Call the world a handsome thief,
That won’t stop the loss,
The death, the loneliness, the broken heart,
See, that boiling stew made with deceptive sauce,
The one that makes your mind fall apart,
It’s chef isn’t the world,
No it’s your own soul,
The stew you made is so swirled,
It sends your soul into that deep dark hole
Blame it on what you wish
Truth is
Like a pufferfish
Your defensive soul caused your mind to fizz.