Emma

Simply try to calculate, how many walls to climb, beyond the hike of jail, my lips can't fake, disguised taste of wine, fear a stern magistrate, present a dreadful state, think I look just fine, don't bother look again, 's not easy been great, makes me wonder why, no one else celebrates, a terrible solo trace, emanates from my lies, they'll know it anyway, maybe jump the plane, winter in warm climes, spend my untold gains, somewhere else to bathe, could be gone a while, scrutinise my new face, dream of fresh tides.