Burrowing deep inside
The apple of my eye
Wriggling through the holes
Praying no one knows
Living off sweet flesh
Throw out, resent the rest
Selfish, wasteful slime
Worm without a spine
Hiding deep inside
The apple of my eye
Squirming in my hole
Pretending not to know
Tune out the booming crunch
Convinced there is no rush
Once found we're both for trash
Drag you with me to the lash
Inside you I will die
Oh, apple of my eye
Waiting out my days
Sugary sweet grave
Even as you rot
Leave you I will not
Perhaps you even know
Pretend I'm not here, though
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