Sunday, January 1, 2006

Pretty, Pretty Lady

I look at you and see you wasting
It makes me sad
To see you running
Into the black hole
Desperate to be sucked dry
And beat up
Hungry for more pain

Don’t you know you are alive?
I don’t think you do
You are alive
I am speaking to you

Wake up
And this time, don’t pretend
Be vulnerable, be you,-- you pretty, pretty lady

Stop being the understudy
Of his lies
Don’t let a man
Fill your hole

Be your purpose
Live life alive
It’s time now

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