Anguished butterflies
The hooker in the mirror red lipstick smeared over her faceStaring hopelessly while losing count of her regretsWhen daddy made her woman and nothing’s ever been the sameWaiting all these years for someone to relieve the blameRich woman in the mirror perfect make up on her face Questioning that something missing from her silver cagePriceless golden bracelet making up for empty soul An ever lasting longing for someone real at the doorThe questions always rising the answers never fall The sense in senseless lives the chasers of a lure, Spinning around the b… citeste mai mult