And she dances away with a smile on her face
So candid, full of joy and life
But only to the naked eye, will she appear to be this way
Little do you know she is depressed and oh boy, oh boy, I'll tell you what, she is strong
nothing but a warrior; inside that warrior is a battle.
A battle within herself
generally she's fighting her insecurities
but it's so much deeper, so complex
A battle deeper than, deeper than the ocean
Deeper than the earths core
And she is hard core
Harder than an erection, colder than ice
And this is what she does
She draws them in and lures them into her pool of lies
Her sea of mislead souls
Is she half full or half empty?
She is nothing
She is awful
And SHE has the audacity to spill herself on he
Or rather in him
She leaves a taste in his mouth, awful but addicting.
She's like wine,
She likes wine
She is wine
And she winds them up in her whirlpool
Picked and tossed, squeezed, drained of who she used to be.
Left to age
By then she is hurt, bruised up, and sold to the rich white man in with the blue tie.
Cold until someone picks up the bottle, she's shaped like one too.
Finally wanted, of course for the wrong reasons, it's her time.
All the dreadful nights on those lonely nights and she transforms into the tear he sheds on that's awful night when she felt to fight.
Finally free, you'll remember me and she feels complete.
Is she complete?
She does this often but the warrior won't let her down, she it lets her down. Tugging on her, pulling her in like the wave that it is.
She's drowning. She drowns in her own misinterpretation of what she should be.
Tossed at sea, she's a treasure that will never be retrieved.