Little Miss Nobody sat on her own.
No-one to talk too.
The skeleton's in her closet are itching to get out.
A complex web of intricate delicacies, she's very hard to breach.
Impossible to reach.
Uncontrollable and wild.

Treat her mean, keep her keen, that's what they say.
They always treat her mean.
She treats them mean back.
Still she lacks an honest man who can work her out, decipher her, dissect her mentally and physically.
She's had enough of being free .
(C) LIVVI