Everything is out of pure imagination, 🌌
I create constellations in my own sky, ✨
It's not my fault you see me this way, 🖼️
Is it New Year's yet I ask? 🎉
Cause the season just seems to stick, 📅
I'm all me, seeking for a holy revival, 🙏
My past feels more like exes, 👻
Tunnel vision, fading away, 🚇
If only you knew who I was, 🤔
Are you gone already, were you even there? 🚪
Hurt my feelings, 💔
Stack them pile like broken dishes, 🥣
I try to be logical, but look I sent my therapist to therapy; imagine that, 🛋️
It's like the sky is falling down. ☁️
I'm that girl in New York, meant to make my dreams come through, 🏙️
But I can't let you break my heart again, 💔
My bloodline trickles like sand through the hourglass,🏖️
From the start, I had a bad feeling, 😞
Call me the queen B with no throne, 👑
What was I really made for? 🤷‍♀️
We're all out here eating each other, each passing day, 🍽️
Typical history of man replaying itself, 👥
But you can't catch me now in this cycle, 🕰️
Though I'm closer than I was before.👣
I just crave a feeling,🌟
See, like serene angels in Tibet,👼
There's murder on this dance floor, 💃
My heart laid bare,💉
The blonde, dwelling in a world of my own, 👩
Miss misogyny, not...