Nanon

There's many a time, i wish i'd never been born, on Princes Drive, my lover gone, now leave me alone, with my own reflection, what made me try, to think i was doing, getting jealous high, smelling your Eau de Cologne, winter coming on, standing by the road, then cloud breaks the sky, a little girl missing home, cars crawl by, they see me ply, under moonshine's sprawl, bitter fruit by line, feeling drawn.