Sweet Sour

Hello my sweet pepper
I thought you were my paper?
On you I could always write
And about to to write and write
It seems I wasn't right

Sweet turns sour
My heart you wanna devour
You stab me with your blade
But my happiness I wont trade
My mind is already made

Your smiles are traps
Should I wait for more slaps?
I wont run into your bait
Not into your lies' gate
Unless it all turns into fate.