Black Roses

18 Years she is and

Her hair is painted yellow

Her eyes are shining, and make up

Makes her skin look mellow

There’s no time to waste

It’s like she’s in a battle

But more than that

She’s waiting for the star

Dressed up as a handsome fellow

She thinks she’s decent and persuasive

But she got her mind and body indistinct

She’s got that feeling that she can’t ignore

So she’s waiting all alone outside that backstage door

Year after year she

Watches the stars falling

That’s what she lives for

Every morning after

Her body asks for more

So she walks out of her garret door

Taking a star out of the cool blue night

Every day again searching the sky

Only to get her sensuality high

And now she is staring into the sky

Searching for new stars passing by

Then the sky became dark

And seems no longer blue

Her hair ain’t yellow anymore

And her make up is running through

Now she has nothing in this world

Black roses for the girl