Monday 19 March 2018

Tina

You look like you rule, dancing off the bread line, who taught you the rules, you think you're great, at other's demise, stop before it's too late, what makes you so cruel, stuff going on inside, the face of Miss Cool, even in pain, your eyes are like fireflies, looking to make hay, the way you doodle, cooked over lies, is this what you do, here in this game, a race for your life, who holds the reins, a cracked open pool, may offer you hindsight, but not born to fool, if anyone asks why?

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