I only wanted what everyone wanted. since bras started burning up ribs in the 60's.. Favors are flying, faces are falling,. all I desire is to never be waiting..
Given another shot. I swear this time we'll make it. (this is the path we're on). The road is free and clear, our eyes bloodshot but open.. One day we'll be on top of the fold..
Jenny's always been confused, she knows when she has been abused. By the kids at school and her parents too. The neighborhood boys are so immature, minds are way too closed for her.
The pact is that I can't change. The way I think or feel. Because I believe in something real. Put to the test. And I still come out on to. Put down by the rest.