Lonely ice queen,
In her lonely castle,
Deep in the hill,
Quiet in the bottle.
She's only seventeen,
And even now the pain can't be bottle in,
But swear to God,
You don't wanna see what she has seen,
'Cause now the pain she got
Can be hided only in her own Limousin.
Bambi eyes are so big because of scare,
She doesn't want to see even one of her fear,
LA baby, New York city whiskey,
She doesn't have no problem and live for risky,
But that's a lie,
Because she's crying every night,
And wish she got high,
For getting anything except die.
Lonely ice queen
© Copyright: Алёна Дементьева Ал, 2021
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