Yola

You know what it means, to live alone, habits harden into screams, so cool I burn with rage, not just merely to atone, given time to congugate, pass journeys into dreams, find explode on their own, look at where I've been, hold to make life great, sound like a bugle horn, semand things in my wake, adjust saying don't heed, all the things I’ve wrung, remain perfectly at ease, bask in new found fame, he lifts me body and soul, my turn now to say, unwrap all my schemes, can still hear him groan, am your new queen, pick up that stone.