The color stained on her lips
The heel bottoms preventing the sway of her hips
This life is not her own and yet she lives for the adrenaline and goes on and on
A dry throat greeted with the burning sensation of the coloured cup
She knows its her limit but she begs,craves more and so she screams "pour it up!"
Too late to turn back now ,her fate sealed
The truth she has learned but too late was it revealed
She believes it's over, she believes it's too late
No one can control her not even her best mate
Smudged and swollen
The color stained on her lips
She can't even innocently orchestrate the sway of her hips
-Chapter song; Hurricane by Halsey.
