It’s a Fact!
The fact is this and it’s quite true. I’m a crazy magnet Through and through! The type of jerk That plucks out me Is the one who lies Pathologically. From
Girl Forlorn
Smokey night of smokin’ funk Smokin’ hot and smashed drunk Breathe in, let go Teardrops, free flow Sunshine breaks on Sunday morn’ Shadows fall, a girl forlorn.
I Walk Alone
No talking more Of life’s dealing, It’s quiet now Please let me be. My crying soul You think it’s cold, My distant mind Stories untold. They’re buried deep Sharing a
Pin Cushion Heart
The life that it gives Is one rather not lived For it’s lonely and dark In my pin cushion heart Again and again It’s always the same Like each beating