Sheevir

She only wants the flowers
She was born sweet
She grew to become sour
She isn't cheap
She's not impressed by the power
She can never be wrong
She only sees things her way
She'll come off as cantankerous all life long
She and her expenses are so hard to pay
She doesn't smoke but her stress makes you ask "where's the bong?"
She'll say fuck tomorrow, it's all about today
She isn't concerned with the journey
She is only focused on the destination
She and her cold ways are definitely starting to turn me
She is the reason for self-isolation
She and her doubtfulness are the grounds that promote my self-eerie
She is the assassin of dream killing
She is taking my voice but I will never stop singing