Gigi

My calling comes too late, it's not easy to squeeze, thoughts I need to say, you recoil at my thunder, waved away like a breeze, lost in luck or numbers, you'll find out one day, when you'll want to keep, all my plans degenerate, its a life uncluttered, my insides screech, who needs this love, I'm not cut out this way, to beat a cowards retreat, will face each living day, if it makes you wonder, stones, graves, wreaths, its me who's talking remember, memories are all we make, I'm not so easy to please, my perfume fires your trace, it hides a conceit.