young girl,
don't be so dumb,
you're stronger, better than this.

you aren't weak,
that's not your style.
you're all metal,
and polished edges,
and perfect everything.

you're like that dance, girl,
the waltz,
each step sure,
each step beautiful.

you hear the music,
don't you?
you feel the beat that controls your soul?

mama always showed you right from wrong, right?
she held you in the palm of her hand and laughed with you.
mama showed you the light,
she showed you how to behave.

where's the fun in that?
playing by the rules, girl.
make your own,
but don't be dumb,
don't do this.

don't look him in the eyes, girl.
didn't your mama warn you about animals with strange colors,
that poison ran through their veins?
and yet you still look into his blue eyes and fall.

he is technicolor,
but he is deadly.