One lonely harmless spark

Kisses the palm of one tree

And the whole entire forest

Is ablaze from dirt to clouds

You never saw it coming

But it’s here

The lairs deep beneath the ground

And the system building forests

Better run for your life

Because we never got the privilege of safety

So now- you don’t either

And that’s why your daddy warned you about me

Because I never care who I hurt

Look deep into my scars and you’ll see my kind

Once you hurt me I don’t care about you anymore.

Yeah, you really have to watch out

For the quiet girls with long messy hair

And a big messy brain

Who always seem to keep to themselves

And always seem to resent the ones they catch staring

You’ve got to watch your back once you’ve done them wrong-

They’re the dangerous sort

They won’t attack individuals

They’ll take down the whole system,

Not just the hit man or king pin- the whole mob

Those girls are the kind

Who will take care of themselves

And pursue justice

The dangerous sort.

What she sees and what you see.

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