It's no accident
You fit the profile -
Brilliant, naive... lonely
Caught in their headlights
And held fast by the adoring crowd

It's a formula race
They take you for a ride
Straight out of the book
You willingly get in the car
Even as Rebecca ****** waves the flag

A trophy girl seals the deal
Intro the Queen of Hearts
She plays you deep
Grows a taste for speed
That you sweetly lap

Getting hit by cars
Is an insurance policy
Twice bought and sold
Realigning the steering
And covering potential loss

But while many might be totaled
By ventures in the down-under
A classic Valiant
Is a humble muscle car
That finds its way home

The sad reality is
You’ll never be him.
The way he feels
The way he touches
The way he pauses
How he is obsessed with me.
The sad reality of it is
It will always be him.

You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️

Even tho

I'm alone

I know

Where we meet

Love is the investment, without a guaranteed return. So check the markets, and seek consultation; lest your capital gets burn.

And your love... unrequited and unheard.

“i loved you a little“
a little bit of madness
a little bit of sadness
a little bit of life
a whole lot of you