There's this place she was born.
All was sage and bum.
She never worry about her
future.
Come what may come.
She ran quick in the streets,
Lightning up her youth.
It gave a lot of heaven,
But all her truth.
Time was burning her candle,
Far too fast too soon.
She never worried about
tomorrow,
Or about her air cracked
balloon.
Hey little girl I've seen that you're burning your
bridges,
Don't you know that boys think of you as just
bitches
Taken all dope that might come in
handy;
Like just another lost Queen in the pale tale of
candy.
Of all those things she's been
tasting,
Running like she was blind.
She was cut for a good time
But none she did find.
Always looking for a tomorrow,
Living lost for today.
She just wanted a nice time,
But none ever came her way.
Of all the things she's been
doing,
Life was getting kinda rough.
There one day without warning,
She finally had enough.
She lost herself here,
Finally, just like
Another lost Queen,
In the pale tale of Candy.
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