Title: Angry Beauty

Around the campfire
Telling another tall tale
No image, no reality, no mirror
Just another impulse meant to trail

Hold me as I hold you
Life is dull sadly no one knows
How close you and I do
Your nothing grand, but they’re all hos

People develop at different rates
You ust lock me up and meant to tease
Looking for an escape without the gates
Recreate this experience

If I tell you it all
Will you run way
Why do we need to brawl
You’re just my little Angry Beauty

Too bad for us
I just want a girl, yet you still call him
So this won’t be ours
I’m not like all of them