Soon Regret

Folk and country shades of music with rust, that's what she insists
She trades her soul with the hope of living away from boredom
with failure, she consoles the frustrated artisan
She was in disgust at first, but turns into proneness
She changes and wants for opportunististic ductility
Boredom results sloth with constant aggression
The sun is goes down, deeper, away from the star
go home or just go slow, it perceives threatening mimes
She's missing, she's lost, she's dead
That's the story, she will soon regret.