My life’s a tragedy and I write verses for it,
Sometimes I wonder if I could ever,
Ignore what is written and follow something
And then life comes to haunt me,
And my life’s a tragedy because I exist.
I fly to places where I shouldn’t be
I am an angel in disguise with sins
I have been tempted and used
I have found no inner soul.
I’m looking for the apple that broke
The sin, the temptation, the rouge
I am looking for those unsaid words
That burn like smirnoff’s hard.
I am an apple creature,
Green is my color,
And I am my own tragedy and
Hence I am unwritten.