Just a little poem
I wrote this a few days ago...
Little miss perfect, she had her dreams; little miss perfect more than what she seems. I knew her once, but then she left; she took the train and rode to death. Little miss perfect I’d have shown you more, little miss perfect blood spilled on the floor.
Beauty queen, never mean, a world of sorrow in a dream,
Pretty smile, walk a mile, away from heart ache and denial.
Granted beauty, granted grace take your fortunes leave no trace. Give a smirk, give a sign, and show a little skin this time. No more tears to smear her acts; no more strength to face the facts. Granted spirit, granted name take one way out and show no shame.
Beauty queen, never mean, forget all the things that you’ve seen,
Pretty smile, walk a mile, close your eyes and stand on trial.
Little miss nothing, she wanted more; little miss nothing she dropped to the floor. I saw her once she spread her legs; she took the gun and said to beg. Little miss nothing I’d have done it too; little miss nothing what’s left for you?
Little miss perfect, she had her dreams; little miss perfect more than what she seems. I knew her once, but then she left; she took the train and rode to death. Little miss perfect I’d have shown you more, little miss perfect blood spilled on the floor.
Beauty queen, never mean, a world of sorrow in a dream,
Pretty smile, walk a mile, away from heart ache and denial.
Granted beauty, granted grace take your fortunes leave no trace. Give a smirk, give a sign, and show a little skin this time. No more tears to smear her acts; no more strength to face the facts. Granted spirit, granted name take one way out and show no shame.
Beauty queen, never mean, forget all the things that you’ve seen,
Pretty smile, walk a mile, close your eyes and stand on trial.
Little miss nothing, she wanted more; little miss nothing she dropped to the floor. I saw her once she spread her legs; she took the gun and said to beg. Little miss nothing I’d have done it too; little miss nothing what’s left for you?