Ginny

I simply try to calculate, how many walls you climb, beyond the spike of jail, your lips can't fake, disguise the taste of wine, stood before the magistrate, present some dreadful state, think you look just fine, brother take a mirror away, it's not easy being great, always wondering why, even in a wooden crate, terrible supplies of trace, roll with citrus limes, no one needs you anyway, I'll take a plane, winter in warm climes, spend your gotten gains, find someone else to bathe, you'll be gone a while, scrutinise my new face, now you're safe inside.