A fake gratitude beamed from my eyes.
I'm a city girl, an actress, and a mime artist, trying to survive.
No boyfriend, no dog, no family, and my car was always broken.
Yeah, a typical city girl existing on the wild side.
Promises overwhelmed my ears, touched me in many,  fake ways. I was disgusted, in my time, nothing happened for free, and in my state, as a girl enduring alone, it is sex wrapped in a shiny covering.
No, I don't have anything against a clean and a romantic love story.
But a girl from the dark town will never have a chance to shine, fancy dresses, high heels, ravishing lipstick.
A fake gratitude beamed from my eyes, and dark, dark thoughts.