-She said She said her Heart is Young-
Here I sit my shoulder cold.
Independence takes its hold.
All my work, so sublime
If only it would give me rise.
Though in my heart I know
That I will continue to grow
My brain still jests
That I will lose to the best.
Here I sit my body old
Great dependence takes its hold.
All my work, it has died.
If only it came back this time.
Though in my brain I know
That I will cease to grow.
My heart still jests
That I will win to the best.
With you, my friend, I can never relax.
My eyes are both forward and they are back.
However many blind spots I do not have,
You still manage to knock me down.
Here, my friend, your soul sits
Level to everyone's everywhere.
How much more petite my soul must be
for you to be able to look down on it.
Now, my friend, brag to me too.
Showcase accomplishments you have not earned.
Boast over stereotypes, a blonde so smart.
Smart enough to spit and shine, and spit again.
Gone, my friend, you will be
If you t