Unfinished
The clichés flooded
The young girl’s dreams
Star – studded
Bursting at the seams
Rock and Roll
And a wild imagination
A little soul
Of eternal damnation
But the grass was greener
She once was told
If one could only see her
Take after the old
But she still clung onto
Those wispy clouds
That are a permanent tattoo
On her face in the crowds
The young girl’s dreams
Star – studded
Bursting at the seams
Rock and Roll
And a wild imagination
A little soul
Of eternal damnation
But the grass was greener
She once was told
If one could only see her
Take after the old
But she still clung onto
Those wispy clouds
That are a permanent tattoo
On her face in the crowds