I used to know a girl, I used to call cat.
She made pretty voices each time I could see her think
Her waves waved, and her cheeks blushed
I promise, she could love someone
Like a mother, she seemed warm
But like the seasons, she to each,
Sometimes turns cold on me
And her anxieties make her difficult to find in the brush
…She is so free, I understand.
Oh, I hope someday those smiles equate from
The things, I know, to do
I hope she’ll once find eyes to purr for me.
I hope she’ll once see, where I love her.
