Secret; A Good Variety

Sweat drips from her forehead
She can’t take it anymore
The suspense is killing her;
She now knows what he‘s for.

All this tension for the sad reality
A rumor that becomes the ungodly truth
She’s become the “frailty”
And it’s what he was going for

Chorus:
You’re a sick, sick man
In this non-corrupted society.
A rogue, rogue man
Mixed up in good variety.
She falls to her knees and the only words left in the air.
“Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety.”
Close this box of secrets!

Oh no, what was that?
Did a secret slip out?
An ambulance is called for;
The rest stand and shout.

This lovely party has
Sadly disintegrated into
A bottle of ashes and
They’re just for you.

Pick up this box and bottle,
Drink down a few more sips.
Let the booze over come you
And shake, shake, those hips.

Chorus:
You’re a sick, sick man
In this non-corrupted society.
A rogue, rogue man
Mixed up in good variety.
She falls to her knees and the only words left in the air.
“Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety.”
Close this box of secrets!

Tumbling over door steps,
Stomping down the people.
Breaking and entering,
Killing the cripple.

Everyone needs to know
Who’s really this “foe”?
A dangerous game
That it all became.
She whispers, “Don’t let go.”

Nothing can change her back now.

I liked it. The flow was good!
Great Job