Arista

they say I’m an arsonist,
but they started the fire,
I just let it burn,
and watched them dance with flames,
I guess I could’ve did something,
but they are the ones to blame,

maybe I was smiling,
maybe I was in tears,
but who can tell,
they are no longer here,
and I’ll tattoo “don’t start what you can’t finish”,
on my skin,
so that whoever steps foot into my world,
knows whose world they’re stepping in,

my silence is sonorous,
caves deep,
but I know what’s in it,
and my silhouette sways with the wind,
and the moon shines on my skin,
“when oh when?
will arista die?”,
living in fear is a pleasure of mine,
sharing secrets,
but they always come to life,

and im dappled with flesh,
I’ll let the rain clean my body,
rain sets out fire but not if the fire is inside of home that’s burning,
and don’t call me crazy,
if you don’t know how crazy I can be,
don’t say you hate me,
if you still think of me,
I’m like nicotine,
I’ll appear in your dreams,
they call me arista,
once they get to know me,

they say I’m a criminal,
but they committed the crime,
I just let them bleed,
and watched as they were painted red,
by the hands of fate,
I guess I could’ve did something,
but there’s nothing better than watching an enemy in pain,

maybe I was laughing,
or maybe I was in fear,
no one knows besides me,
because I’m the only one still here,
and I’ll scream from the rooftops,
“Don’t start what you can’t finish!!”
and when you step into my world,
you better know whose world you’re stepping in,

maybe I was laughing,
or maybe I was in fear,
no one knows besides me,
because I’m the only one still here,
and I’ll scream from the rooftops,
“Don’t start what you can’t finish!!”
and when you step into my world,
you better know whose world you’re stepping in,