Not that she's schitzo, watching the bits broke
Still unsure in a dust storm that has settled
An ensamble assembled, worn like its retro
Can't get out what she wants, blocked in her mental
Life is a twister, full of lies and the guys that dismissed her
Writing her letters only to arrive to its sender
Who looks at it backwards? You stuck in your habits
A disciple but no luck constructing a passage
Maybe you fiended for hits? Any piece that you get
Bleeding again from the needles within or rings on a pimp
Bet he fucked you grand, now you give what little love you can
Lost your control, hardships exposed, they pretend to understand
Ive ridden that ride, friends on the edge of the mind
But I recognize mine, tempted to find potential inside
Sharing at a glance, maybe no family that cares
Another psycho with a white robe in a mansion of repairs.
Ps.
Pm me your two links and ill reopen your piece