A cry in the middle of the night ended up in a fit.
While she's deflowered,
Bombarded,
By questions from the growing things, the blooming things, the slowly wilting.
How can she possibly explain?
This wasn't her plan,
But not her fight
And now she doesn't know if she's blind or more aware of the beauty of their purity.
Will you stay? Just for tonight.
I got a paper I need to write but you give me no time at all for a word.
I wanna cry,
But this is not my fight.
I'm sorry miss, my sister couldn't miss the carnival.
Now will you stay, just here with me, why don't you see?
Oh no please don't take him there it's just not fair.
I agreed but apparently this isn't legal.
I don't understand where do I come into play? Do I get to say a thing?
I'm not lying, please don't take him away from me.
Please help me.
