She leans against,
The chainlink fence during lunch,
Wearing a black hoodie,
And combat boots.
Her jade colored eyes,
Sweeping over the crowd,
Measuring them up.
Who said,
There was no calculation,
In chaos?
She leans against,
The chainlink fence during lunch,
Wearing a black hoodie,
And combat boots.
Her jade colored eyes,
Sweeping over the crowd,
Measuring them up.
Who said,
There was no calculation,
In chaos?
Perfectly Imperfect Me 