Here's a song that a wrote about a friend, who - despite the theme the song eludes to - I do love.
She's the inspiration; not the words.
The idea; not the person
She's looking out for number one
searching, trying to have some fun.
She's wearing a little black dress
and her mountainous high heels
The extra height gives so much further to fall
No logic at all, and she's falling again
Destination is unknown,
it's gonna break her soul
The floor gets harder every time
And she's falling again
Drinking more than she can take
flirting more than she would know
The subtle glances, obvious in the fading light
he takes it in, and he plays her games
He won't be there when she wakes up.
No logic at all, and she's falling again
Destination is unknown,
it's gonna break her soul (again)
And the floor gets harder every time
And she's falling again
A broken smile, she hides it away
A broken glass, she laughs it off
A broken promise, she throws it away
A broken heart, she closes it off
Her broken heart won't heal fast enough to break again
The pain she feels won't remind her, not to go
She's trying to prove it to everyone,
and more so to herself, that she's fine.
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