Make Me Fashion

Who, What

Where, When and Why

Do I have to

look to the sky

For the answers

that make prancers

I know somebody does love me

Looking as good

As I want to

 

Do I?

 

Patiently, I’m waiting

In spite of my hating

It’s so damn degrading

Feeling my life fading

 

Still, I look to the sky

And ask,

Who, What

Where, When and Why

Do I have to

look to the sky

When it already knows

And sees my cry

(But still, I fly)

 

I don’t need You

to flip the script

On my already ripped

Passion

To know me �"

Then see Thee

 

Turn Me into Fashion