Sandra

The wind bores her, nothing bores her
Only the wind so now I suppose that something does bore her
She’s known to be a pessimist
Keep this in mind before you pass away with her tomorrow
Belittle this in vacuum waste
Extracting fetishes, confused cliché
Ambitious another cheat, she is
Such insistence inside her face, sun glare
I don’t miss you
Struggles for years of tormenting
Foolishly seeks to make ends meet
Yet she cannot stimulate
That girl is mean, she means no good
Delusions of euphoria control her will to be seen
And even I can’t stand her
Belittle this in vacuum waste
Extracting fetishes, confused cliché
Ambitious another cheat, she is
Such insistence inside her face, sun glare
I don’t miss you
I don’t miss you
I don’t miss you
The rain brings her a strange feeling
Only the wind can wake the sub-posthuman breath that pulses
She thinks herself an artist
When in reality she spends her body on banalities
And even I can’t stand her
Belittle this in vacuum waste
Extracting fetishes, confused cliché
Ambitious another cheat, she is
Such insistence inside her face, sun glare
I don’t miss you
I don’t miss you