Dear friend
You cannot handle light when you're five foot three
Now to dig deep trenches in the beauty's field
But don't leave me
To feel my vacivity

Dear friend
Its easy to become a shadow when you're five foot three
Your name is as majestic as your bedraggled face
We're an all-bottled shame, with all-throttled praise
Growing weary

Dear friend
Your love is greed with a stomach that can't be satisfied
Yell your final words, and forget me so easily
You're not used being asked, where all the beauty lies
So very desperately