If there was a metaphor for the reason our love was doomed from the start,
it would be the story of noah's ark
Every animal has their own pair, but I was the foolish lion
that was watching the beautiful gazelle that was standing over there.
Forbidden and unattainable, made you all the more desirable
The more I stalked you from a distance you seemed more lovable.
I decided to needed to have this pretty little gazelle
at first I wasn't going to devour your gentleness
but the softness in your eyes became my greatest weakness.
And as any lion would do. I destroyed you and my pretty little gazelle wasn't so pretty anymore.