The Trap
The Trap
I’m walking through the jungle
And there lays a trap plain to see
I keep walking towards it and it’s right in front of me
Now this particular trap, I’ve fallen in before
Every single time I walk in, guess I just want more
This tap is dangerous and death defying
I just hope that some day I’ll learn my lesson
I keep walking to the trap, it’s calling out my name
I’m scared and know what’ll happen, it’s like some crazy game
I’ll fall in and call out for help
But no one would help
God, tell me, why do I do this to myself?
by
friendZdogZposted on 11/18/2007
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