A long, long time ago...
it went exactly as I planned
because back then
we never played it safe
and she put on more for show.
Combustible at best,
the rest just fell right in to place.
Yes, in fact, that was the case.
But, when she sat down
I felt seriously delerious because...
a tragedy at best
-the less she cared about herself,
no longer cared about her little self.
And the reason that it took me
and she hooked me originally
was all for show.
A dollhouse drawn in sand.
The random look of dirty hands
throwing out my plans.
I felt seriously delerious and furious
because she put on more for show.
A long, long time ago...
it went exactly as I planned
because back then she put on more show.
Then so effortlessly lost her lust for
dressing up.
She's messing up.
She's no more fun.
But now I know it to had to be more for show.