vienna, baby

oh vienna, baby, you're so easily mistaken

you're so easily manipulated.

"pour me a little love,

 pour me a little love of yours"

"oh, you can have it all"

vienna, baby, its not that you're 'too easy'

your humble heart could never them down.

you take their words for hostage in your heart;

you're lying to yourself in your own silent mind,

just incase somebody knows that you're thinking indifferently.

vienna, baby, even when you cry to me

the pretty words you use doesn't make the pain ache any less

the fire in your heart,

it burns into your soul.

vienna, baby, the trajectory of life,

doesnt mean you have to fall into bad hands.

you love him like a religion,

but he is not a prophet,

he is just a man who is good with his words.

Author's Note

i havent proof read this & frankly i dont intend to.