As I skipped over the bits of sunshine and rainbow I am left standing in front of you. Your sweet smile and impetuous charm tortures me like a vine growing inside.
I'm ripped. I'm torn. I want to cry but the tears aren't there; They've been depleted.
So now I lay curled up whimpering - rotten, dry, and hollow like a dead tree.
And many wonder where the beautiful creatures have gone.
Whatever ruined them?
Sex, drugs, rock n roll. If women weren't so scorned we wouldn't have been there.
a stampede of wild mustangs took me by surprise
I let myself go with the forceful nature
once the dust settled I saw clear
the chaos is over
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