Sheila is wasted. Never got the change to really taste it what life is about. Too many friends. Too many ends. Queen for a life time. Forever. Fast time wears. Now the beauty is gone. Where are the friends? Who cares.
Sheila is wasted. You don’t wanna taste it. Only blood and tears. No fun but fear. Sheila is wasted.
Can’t start over. No second change to be sober in the moments of life. Now the prince is gone forever. She hates all reflections. Mirror won’t lie and no make-up can cover a lie. Farewell. Good bye.
Sheila is wasted. You don’t wanna taste it. Blood and tears. No fun but fear. Sheila is wasted.
Wasted.