
How I wonder if she wishes she were me in the limelight of his love
Buildings of straw, lies and deceit can't stand much longer
She paints herself brown to hide in my shadow
But the last of the bright sun shines the light of truth
Her strings break; her song ceases
And she weeps willows above all those who smile
Her destructive roots inching towards the lake
Eroding in her self-made sorrow
And drowning in terrible country songs
of bad city love, and acid rain


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