She's a blonde bitch baby.
Lisa thinks she's hot shit because she's a sociopath.
She sit's in windowsills and smokes a cigarette on the coldest days. Her hands shake and her head spins. Someone save her. You want to know about the darkness that's lighting up her eyes. She doesn't know her next move, but she's not afraid. She won't let herself wake up one day at 40 and have an office job because she was too scared to fight for her dreams. Her constant daydreaming made her realize what she needed to bring into her life. Everything around her is inspiration. She'll be whoever she wants to be that day, the blondie in the window, with the red lips and dark eyes. The smoke coming out of her mouth and the choppy hair. This is just her today. This is who she wants to be at this very moment. She'll sit in the window and watch you walk by, wondering who you are. Wanting to know if your story is anything like hers.