Waltzing with Athena the body of a goddess but her mind is even meaner use to be a ballerina.. A Julliards attendant her heart is like a pendant but its empty of remorse just a picture of a Porsche but of course She just trying to make it in the city so mirror, mirror on the wall its pretty you should pity Her motto the Suns never bright enough tomorrow so she danced across the stage in the time that she borrowed From the pageant to the pole knew heels since age 11 although shes sliding down its like ascending into Heaven at least for us, she pill popping til the pain stop I be thinking why but her tears is like the raindrops Her legs like Monday runaway from runways her favorite song Fancy she praying that that one play So she can block us out forgetting that we all here see that one recital cause her family they were all there now its shoes in dozens, daughter of a preacher just think Bathsheba in Louis Vuitton sneakers She tatted Jesus wept John 316 three sixteens from Hov in my head fit the scene I mean the only thing missing is a Mrs if only I could save her from the gold the hold of the riches Her wish is kisses that really mean something but so far in life.. everything means nothing For her I swear Id turn water into wine, watch the planets get aligned I swear its more than a sign She must be a Libra her touch brings me balance We all in awe at the misuse of her talents She should be in a palace but treated like batons.. passed on on on on on.. They treat her so wrong it makes for a sad song for that lovely black swan..
julliards, bathsheba, waltzing, athena, mirror