Confiding in french, 'j'taime',
sweet amoretta glistens on her lips,
fingertips fancying her every desire, discovering places unknown.
Thirst for those secrets of Victoria,
...
On this October sunset dreary,
walking down this clandestine road, the only one I’ve ever known,
my eyes blinded in your afterglow
Darling, did you even know?
...
Its the greatest of tragedies,
the girl of some-teen heaves her vanity
to an emaciated beautfiul mess, god's child.
he stands on her porch shrouded in mist,
...
Typical teenager trying to find something worthwhile in his life.)
Baby, Your Makeup's Running.
Falling into you, that candy vodka is an soliloquy for those bitter silences.
No one sheds a tear, the divinity of it all escapes reality, and nothing is left to conceal.
We all are almost famous in the eyes of infamy, but we lost ourselves along that path.
Those Friday night lights gives a buzz, only her lips can compare.