Going To Build

Doesn’t have the size that fits Oh, but they’re going to build something

Our Metro Grace

This is our past, present and future metro grace And then we can escape our future

In Delay Shape

I heard she was in delay shape, my Husband turned around

Not Fond To Fake

I’m not asking you to be my friend I’m not asking for your reciprocation of me I know that lends a give and take, a desire to want to make a bond of compassion one we’re not fond to fake If we were made in the same mold If the blood we bled set in…

A Shell

All we were was but a shell of what we were