Dancing like she was on fire, burning in the Inferno
Doused with the water of tears, she shied away
An elegy for a lost cause was her catchphrase
Her tongue, like a slippery-slope... dangerous fallacies
Rapid and sure, with the slightest hint of insensitivity
That was her way.
Her thoroughly modern self against an Amish world
She never prayed except for when she gets drunk
Her sarcasm was her only defense
Self-conscious? Sure- Paranoid? Of course
Dilute her Coors Light with a Roofie
Trust her when she's lying.
Deaf-mute sounds like an appeal ling prospect
Especially when it's all over the nightly news
She has white nail polish because black went out of style
Like a lost poem... but who reads poetry anyways?
She thinks smiling is over-rated, so she smirks
A one-song playlist.
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