She lives in a world
Where the rich stay rich,
Get richer.
The poor stay poor,
Get shot.
She is in the middle,
Knocking door to door.
Take me in, take me home
Make me your home.
Get lost.
She wants to ink her life out, in dramatics.
Wants it made on screen,
Because no one reads ink, anymore.
An impossible dream.
For without ink reading, there will be no screen.
In the middle
No one knows
Who they are
No one knows
Who you are.
Now get lost.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 11:20 AM UTC
She lives in a world
Where the rich stay rich,
Get richer.
The poor stay poor,
Get shot.
She is in the middle,
Knocking door to door.
Take me in, take me home
Make me your home.
Get lost.
She wants to ink her life out, in dramatics.
Wants it made on screen,
Because no one reads ink, anymore.
An impossible dream.
For without ink reading, there will be no screen.
In the middle
No one knows
Who they are
No one knows
Who you are.
Now get lost.
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