Ash filled rain

in the pages of fantasy the balm for a bleak reality

I am glad to be let go

glad to be free

what will i do about the money

thats my only problem honey

too bad he couldnt love me like his favorite something

i should charge him a bill

but broke angel as I that would make me too ill

Let the dark times come

We have all been here before

with burned bridges and doors

There was no way for me to know more

I am only a girl of little brain

even flowers grown in ash filled rain

In the end I am glad to be let go

I am glad to be free

some how i will find a way to get more money...

can I be adopted by some rich somebody

start a go fund me so i can just live free...

I just want to be free

away from the bleak reality

I tried my best

i failed the test

maybe next time I will be smarter

maybe next time I will find the guy to love me harder

till then I go to my grow couch and laugh and escape in the pages of fantasy

where not even this bad news of termination can break me....

i am glad to be let go

i am glad to be free

the world needs to change for you and me

even the rich men get bored with money

they just go round and round for power even when fed still so hungry

i just want to live free

in the pages of fantasy..