She’s divine she is fine yeah
She’s completely losing her mind getting caught up with time yeah. She’s divine she is fine, she is drowning her pain with wine yeah
She is divine she is fine yeah, nothing is never on time, yeah, getting lost with time yeah, nothing can never go right, yeah she needs to make up her mind yeah. She’s divine she is fine yeah she is Jenga losing her fucking mind, smoking milds to settle her mind yeah , damn she can’t find a damn dime yeah. She rolls up she tokes up yeah Ganga to ease her of mind yeah “she is not fucking with us” maybe she’s feeling fucked up yeah.....
She is divine she is fine when she gets dressed she takes her time. Just to find that the outfits not what she had in mind. She’s divine but maybe not fine she looks in the mirror guess what she finds . She finds scars, multiple marks she hates what she sees,
How to put her mind at ease?.. She picks at what she sees. She’s a mess she has some stress, depressions no longer a word it is what is stuck inside her. She feels her chest her heart feels less. She’s gets undressed... She lays down looks at the stars they are so beautiful to her she starts to discover her worth. Something so beautiful so far from this earth. She’s divine she is fine. Now she knows how to spend her time, looking deeper inside, her self. Knowing how to take her time, She takes time she ups her pride. She has a rhythm inside, she is so very fine.....;
-written by me
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