Luluc
Senja
Senja was so easily disenchantedWho said being spoiled gives youanything much at allSome wealthy set, their angry petAn open case, her aching chestHer blue eyes asked,Whwere does this longing come from,Or is it just how it runs?We stood in the doorway,she asked me some questionsWith the party and drinking going on"Who would want it?"she said, "I've had all that"A brief escape, just another empty tasteThat's when her blue eyes askedWhere does this longing come from,Or is it just how it runs?A pretty young face, in but out of placeAlready she saw,her part and the boredomWhere does this longing come from,Or is it just how it runs?
From Letras Mania