Virgin Veteran

Oh my God. You have that look in your eyes. Your eyes an all to, familiar Famaliar Gaze, I never expected this from you, The sound of your too sweet, But I knew I smelt breath but you had me baby, it's line and sinker. And I gave you the first of me. I was pure and you were martyr. Martyr. You shoot the innocent. It was nice to know you, It was nice to know you taught me How to tango in the armory. You were locked and Loaded, I was not ready for war. I WAS I.