every woman is in searchshe walks along a dry, beaten path and is often tired
once in awhile she chances upon a fleeting satisfaction
she knows that soon enough it will be emptied by others on a similar trip
sickeningly trendy clothes in multitudes offer her the quick fix
but soon, many catch on and she loathes the feeling of familiarity
so, downtrodden and dissappointed, she trudges on again
she looks up at the bold sun and comes back to her childhood
it was a time when the sunlight thrilled her
free-spirited and unaffected,she was never of want
she splurged herself on her mother's fine garb, selfishly wrapped in her own rules
she was unpredictable, unpretentious
suddenly, she wakes up and her thirst is stronger than ever
and then she sees it.
La Copa.
once in awhile she chances upon a fleeting satisfaction
she knows that soon enough it will be emptied by others on a similar trip
sickeningly trendy clothes in multitudes offer her the quick fix
but soon, many catch on and she loathes the feeling of familiarity
so, downtrodden and dissappointed, she trudges on again
she looks up at the bold sun and comes back to her childhood
it was a time when the sunlight thrilled her
free-spirited and unaffected,she was never of want
she splurged herself on her mother's fine garb, selfishly wrapped in her own rules
she was unpredictable, unpretentious
suddenly, she wakes up and her thirst is stronger than ever
and then she sees it.
La Copa.
