That girl you once knew
The way the she danced without a care
That smile that once was true,
That devilish stare,
They said she was a good girl,
Headed down the right lane,
Yet she had complex ideas in her brain,
She couldn’t tell you what was wrong
Couldn’t say it in a song,
You had to listen to her lyrics, just look at the notes
She wasn’t much a of singer but you had to see what she wrote,
“I when outside to make myself a wish..”
I kid you not this is what she spit
“I’m a wanna be rhythm composer, a verbal bulldozer, march up the beat like a lyrical soldier”
That’s all she wanted but she couldn’t even tell ya
True words of a writer but it couldn’t even save her
She had a heart of golden,
But now her lungs are black,
she sold her soul and her walls are hard to crack.
so let it go…. because she's never coming back.