Good girl chants little love deliriously,
not knowing what's next.
Naked stare into the wind only meaning almost.
Hurt, bleed, drink, more,dance of bitter regret.
Worship one more storm, one more meaningless rainfall of influence.
Last step in the dance: trip, fall, fail.
Hung up on display. The burning sounds of the voices in her dreams.
To love once again, a drunk romance in her soul.
The song will soon end, with tears and remorse, bitter again.
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Written March 20th, 2005
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well written
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