Scent of morning renews her trust of that early wage
she's come to hate, she loaths the subconsious beast.
She knows she cant go on like this denying her needs
and craves the worst excusing what she needs the least.
Forever the taste of air will occupy her scent of
flavour, as desire condemns her wave
An external source of reassurence is constantly absent,
help her before theres nothing to save
Maybe she can live forever?
Maybe she'll start to cry
Denying the worst as
crystals cover her eyes
He honks his horn in hopes of a quick response
from his silicone queen to rush down his green mile
She carries her skin in a black leather bag because
her money should be spent on a prettier smile
Look after look, from star to model she steals thier egos
but one after another soul is put to shame
A flowing river carving the deepest valley divides her feelings
she hates herself because shes to blame