Silly girl with the ocelot smile
I like your style, and it's been a while
Dreams of going out in guts and glory
Tell me, girl, what's your story?
Nostalgia cuts like a knife
The end of the best of your life
The lights are on, but nobody's home
Jewels and gold caress your throne
Come on down and join the crowd
Silence is golden, your voice is too loud
Hiding behind Autumns hair
Without a care, skin so fair
Wholesome yet so incomplete
458 marks the street
Summer days and winter haze
The moments are gone, but the memory stays
Turn your back on what once was
Leave the tree once to be covered in moss
Miss your friends, miss your lover
This house was like a house no other
But shit happens, shit hits the fan
Chain yourself to walls that you wish to stand
The demons wall can never fall
If only there was a chance for time to stall
Gun-raids, cop-raids and drug insanity
A piece of mind, a state of clarity
Experience is what you wanted, it's what you got
Times were hard, I'll miss it a lot
Never the same, how to move on?
I know it'll be okay before too long
Silly girl with the ocelot smile
I like your style, and it's been a while.
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