Amelia

Is this really the place, to ask the reason why, if I'm so lover ashamed, his haze of gloss and show, he beats out his time, has nowhere else to go, soaked in an island way, desolate in his cry, he tries to use me again, what I need righ now, he rages at the sky, is a woman who follows, when he jumps bail, boxcar rails safe to climb, wants me help him sail, I diss his lips and go, banish this loser's ride, let him plough his furrow, no easy way to fake, he's hurt me deep inside, I'm leaving this jail, eyes open wide.