The expression of her lyrics was so beautiful yet so frustrating to her.

The song’s rhythm expressed her frustration, which was always off, like the keys of a piano out of tune.

The tune of her frustration was always in the body of her lyrics.

Her lyrics continuously flowed as if it were a bad rap song.

No one would ever want to sing her song less of all her.

Everyone saw the beauty in the lyrics.

She saw her lyrics as out of sync.

She wishes she could rewrite her lyrics.

The only thing she could do was improve the lyrics.

The best way to improve the lyrics would be to just give into them.

The expression of her lyrics was so beautiful yet so frustrating to her.

The song’s rhythm expressed her frustration, which was always off, like the keys of a piano out of tune.

The tune of her frustration was always in the body of her lyrics.

Her lyrics continuously flowed as if it were a bad rap song.

No one would ever want to sing her song less of all her.

If she accepted the lyrics, she must admit that the rhythm was just on point.

The point of her admitting that the rhythm was on point meant that she would have to hear the song for her entire life.

The lyrics were the most annoying part of the song.

She still thought the song would need more tuning, even if she could accept the lyric.

The expression of her lyrics was so beautiful yet so frustrating to her.

The song’s rhythm expressed her frustration, which was always off, like the keys of a piano out of tune.

The tune of her frustration was always in the body of her lyrics.

Her lyrics continuously flowed as if it were a bad rap song.

No one would ever want to sing her song less of all her.

If she could only see her beauty like others saw her beauty, then the rhythm of song would be on the right track.

Others could see the beauty, so why couldn’t she see the beauty within herself?

The self-expression of her beauty held everything she needed to know.

If only she could see past her physical reflection and see the beauty others saw in her.

What others saw in her was the power she held in her because of the expression of her lyrics.

 The expression of her lyrics was so beautiful yet so frustrating to her.

The song’s rhythm expressed her frustration, which was always off, like the keys of a piano out of tune.

The tune of her frustration was always in the body of her lyrics.

Her lyrics continuously flowed as if it were a bad rap song.

No one would ever want to sing her song less of all her.