This girl is the titanic
You explain through muffled sounds
This girl could drive you manic
While clutching tight you'd drown

Bound unto a sinking ship
Strapped stoic to the mast
A drip, drip, drip from drooping lips
As your life lies in the past

I am not clairvoyant
But yet I foresee bubbles
I peer, icebergs destroying
And turning peace to rubble

I see a young soul dashed, alas
I see a comrade downed
I see a bloated corpse, composed of gas
And  concrete eternal frown

Her old lover fled and jumped the ship
Into chilling waters dipped
Will you grip the chocolate box?
A poisoned parfait upon your lips 

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