Wuddup Wall Street ?

I’m just a ghost, that’s all I see, this hidden darkness that can’t escape from me. I view everything from here to the coast but any reflection would become an absentee. “Oh darling I disagree, you are just as beautiful as a sweet pea” voices would hum and echo as If I was a nominee, but in this reality I was only a translucent killer bee. Maybe with enough vitamin C I could grow to be as strong as a coniferous tree, but to what degree would my debris enforce a docking fee? I don’t wanna turn into a midnight flame, as I am not a flea but just a useless girl that was never meant to be. My killing spree was not changed by seasons but banshee reasons and I will stand here naked of leaves and disagree with this t.v. as I believe and wish to see a world where everything is set free. This is not as it was meant to be and I could have won a spelling bee but my voice was drowning undersea. If we truly love thee than we need to open our eyes and really see these people’s gusty hearts screaming for what must be. I sigh from here to tennessee for these people of the lowest degree as the taxes, fame and fortune need a political referee. This franchisee has gained an entrance fee and silenced voices are becoming cold like your iced tea. You think your rich like the grand prix but it’s just a fluke that you came to be and now we’ll take you as our detainee. This isn’t fair and your cruel underwear is being torn from beneath you, you’ve lost your privileges to the golfing tee so you can just sit there with your mp3 and re-think how your greed turned into potpourri. It’s ripped and torn and the name you’ve given yourself is definitely something to mourn, you can scorn all you want but now you’ve got yourself a lock without a key and we’re taking you down.