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