I'm inspired but tired
On Sunday I wanted New York
On Monday it was Italy
Today I want simplicity
I wanna hide from the world
and linger without duplicity
She said to me once, so many years ago.
You're a Simple Girl. While she robbed me of my innocence and sucked me dry.
Her double lives of honesty and lies, deceit and compromise.
Then she'd decide. She would always decide
I am a simple girl, to which I wish to return
A book, a song, then sleep will come.
I am a simple girl, alone and simple.
I wish I'd told her then.
Friday, June 01, 2012
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