the decline of innocenceMore Like This
The room filled with smoke from cigarettes,
intensely fluttering like butterflies.
Uneasiness as light shines through the doors.
Young girls breeze in wearing too much makeup.
The look of things leaves people wrestling
Especially with themselves and their thoughts.
These girls choose to speak lies, not true thoughts.
As young as five they've tried the cigarettes.
"I know about sex, they're not wrestling".
Little girls no longer love butterflies.
"Mommy, I'm not pretty without makeup".
The media's opened so many doors.
With shame mothers peak into daughters doors,
Looking for innocence, to save their thoughts.
Wishing they could hide what they see with makeup.
Not realizing they're craving cigarettes.
Their babies evolved faster than butterflies.
This anguish helps keep mommies wrestling.
These parents get bored with wrestling,
It seems they give up and shut the doors
Pretending they can fly like butterflies,
But sadly this is only real in thoughts.
They hope their girls don't know ciga
I'm scaredMore Like This
Nevermind the Storm,
that Devastates and Tears,
Engulfes the early morn,
Leaving traces with no cares.
Nevermind the Water,
Which Drowns, Traps and Snatches.
Takes away your only daughter,
The innocent it catches.
Nevermind the Fire,
That Licks babies to Death.
Forces the strong to retire,
Steals each and every Breath.
Nevermind these fears,
That fears that we all face.
Beacuse after all these years,
There is a winner of this race.
It's losing you to no one
Ambiguity wins through.
Tearing up my fun,