Hey Pretty Girl.

Hey pretty girl, what makes your brow rise? Is it a love, a laugh or an unruly comprise? What do you long for if everything is at your feet? Who do you ache for if perfection is something you so easily meet? When do you stop to smell the roses if you grow them in your hand? Why does matter what happened when there's always another man? What is life like where the grass is always green? To have perfect hair and a smile and nobody's ever mean? When is the sky dark if you light up the world? How do you appreciate anything, well pretty girl? Sorrow is a gift, so many take for granted. Flowers are brighter when in the dirt they are planted. The bottom isn't so bad when I look up at you. For true fire and passion, life is something I'm glad I go through.