A scared message delivered by plenty of white doves, each one representing a long lost love. Love not devoted, not respected, maybe forgotten. Flirting gone bad, and a smile gone rotten.
Lolita, Lolita, with a case of unrequited lust. Connection dissipated, pulverized to a fine dust. Don’t underestimate your power to stop men in their tracks, so young and beautiful when you peek through the cracks. But stop for a second, just look and see, 15 years old, you can be whoever you want to be. Not small and vulnerable, wearing porcelain masks. Not hiding all your problems in a little metal flask. Don’t be like the others, you’re a star that shines so bright; popular demand, but is that really what you want? Goddess you are, but baby don’t flaunt. Because I want you to live a life so fulfilled, they’ll die for your love, a list of men you’ve killed. Don’t cry over him, Lolita, he breaks hearts like fake jewels. A diamond in the rough, he uses girls like workshop tools. To mend his broken heart, that’s way beyond what you deserved. Can’t always pick up the pieces, my heart’s bordered in caution tape that says, “DO NOT DISTURB.” Because Lolita, you’re strong. But can you truly withstand the test? You’re way too young for this, oh dear Lolita, just give it a rest.