Her Private Idaho #ninnekah #chickasha #oklahoma #senoritabirdbrain #dwarftommy

A house of dreams, walls start to shake,
Echoes of laughter, filled with heartache.
His dreams fast cars and narcotic deals,
She was lost in those fake stolen feels.
She counts the days, shadows creep,
Each phone ring, her heart leaps
In his arms, she felt she could fly,
Bottle stole him, she said her goodbyes.
Once danced under the moon, feeling alive,
Shadows move where hope used to thrive.
She is out of time, money’s gone dry,
Bill collectors circle, vultures in the sky.
She made a mistake, he turned to dust;
Should have grabbed the one she could trust.
Hands calloused, he knew how to mend,
Pushed him away when he needed a friend.
Stares at photos, her time used to glow,
Reality comes, her past beauty won’t show.
Thought she'd find love in reckless nights,
Her road leads me back to those fights.
She is out of time, money’s gone dry,
Bill collectors circle, vultures in the sky.
Her mistake when he turned to dust;
Stabbed in the heart the one she could trust.
Regret, heavy stones weigh on her soul;
If she knew what it took to be truly whole.
Ghost of choices haunt Courthouse halls;
All that remains are lawyers and calls...
She is out of time, money’s gone dry,
Bill collectors circle, vultures in the sky.
Her mistake when he turned to dust;
She did not grab the one she could trust.
She stands at the crossroad, tears unshed,
Knows no hope, her dreams are dead.
The life she chose, shadows cling tight
No more chances, she has lost the fight.
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