and she would never want to be. she's a special kind of thing made from a secret recipe. he had a deeper understanding of the state that we are in. she didn't run away and hide; she stayed right through the bitter end. he demanded our attention
but most of us would fail the test. she's just a sensitive new age guy. you came to the wrong place if you came to see her cry. if you have the guts
then please look deep into her painted eyes. you could be a better human she just wants to see you try. he always played the good cop to her fabulosity. where she had been they had to replace light bulbs constantly
'cause she could only always be the brightest in the room. she had a special way of preaching glamour mixed with doom. with just a simple quip she'd wipe that smirk right off your face
and replace it with a smile while demonstrating latex grace. and with time i saw him less and less. i don't know where he went