Bella Bionde

Crisp, white corners
Each square on a round corner
Laying down would crease the perfection
All that hard work
Done for nothing
So I ash my Marlboro 27 on the pillow
Is this my closure
Not even close...
Blood in, blood out
As they say.
No more Bella Bionde
Ugly on te outside as well as in
Corrupt and unprepared
But ready for your answers
Ripping that chain off
My name on your lips should burn
Like the scars on my hips
Stand straight and take it like a soldier
War is at home