straight as rain

Her hair that flows as straight as rain ain’t a natural force

Something that she never really has given that much thought.

Sour grapes

I let your words wash over me

Like sour grapes and knives.

But oh my friend I may seem shy

But I see through my own eyes.

Fork Tongues

Those fork tongues they stick in you

Will not stop the truth.

Poison can be drawn out

And you’ll live another day.

All those that once doubted you

Will rue the truth one day.