It would be simple to quit when agony perpetuates in her soul
Grip of understanding for people is her goal
But she cannot handle the gifts of life
Those burden her strength with stunts of strife
She is only lonely and heard by no man
This took time for her to understand
It would be simple to quit when change is against her
Poisoned pricks of the witches tooth pierce her
They burden her will with foreign distraction
Men’s muscle for magazines a fake attraction
Consuming fun in bottles green, clear and gold
By the witch’s liquid, her heart controlled
It would be simple to quit when acid emotions sits on her throne
Compliance with god, a miracle with tone
She took her step and fell far from fate
A power uncontrolled, definition men create
So he watched from the heavens as she trades her genius
For a gift that has no value before death
It would be simple to quit
It would be simple