It makes me grin to see you sick

From cookies filled with arsenic

I feel my heart beat in my head

To see you dead

To see you dead

It’s you who makes me wake at night

Gasp or scream

Shake with fright

Turn on the light

Run down the stairs

But no ones there

No ones there

I stop and I call out who’s there

But no answer comes

Cause no one cares

Lonely nights with books I wrote

I’ll shove these colors down your throat

A blood on canvas painting scheme

But none of it is what it seems

Not what it seems

Not what it seems

Put it down, step away

Is that what you say?

There is no other way

To discribe what I feel

Yes the feelings are real

Sometimes these things are meant to be

You will see

Come with me

Come with me

I wrote this a while ago when i was mad at my art teacher. Its not really one that i normally right but i think thats y its 1 of my favorites. I named it nothing to do with candy because...well it really has nothing to do with candy.