Quiana

Why break a holy order, claim you're not far gone, swear it was your mother, love is free to clash, all the places you're from, loose windows without a sash, you can keep the score, belly like an oven, a flame of burning more's, wherever money's stashed, you curse your brother, he says not his Dash, hard stuff behind the door, fools live without Cover, then run away fraught, no card is flashed, you won't lie like others, avoid the train smash, don't lose your front