Senja

Senja was so easily disenchanted Who said being spoiled gives you anything much at all Some wealthy set, their angry pet An open case, her aching chest Her blue eyes asked Where does this longing come from Or is it just how it runs? We stood in the doorway, she asked me some questions With the party and the drinking going on "Who would want it?" she said, "I've had all that" A brief escape, just another empty taste That's when her blue eyes asked Where does this longing come from Or is it just how it runs? A pretty young face, in but out of place Already she saw, her part and the boredom Where does this longing come from Or is it just how it runs?