Listen to the sound clip Leeann Womack sits on the sofa in her room, Eating a strawberry Pop Tart bar, feeling gloom. The crumbs falling on her favorite blanket, Sticky fingers reaching for her phone, but she'll forget it. She stares out the window at the pouring rain, Thinking about memories causing her pain. The sweetness of the pastry can't ease her mind, She longs for a love she can't seem to find. The clock ticking away the lonely hours, As she dreams of fields filled with wildflowers. But for now, she's stuck... from Ballad #8 Song Generator:
Leeann Womack sits on the sofa in her room, Eating a strawberry Pop Tart bar, feeling gloom. The crumbs falling on her favorite blanket, Sticky fingers reaching for her phone, but she'll forget it. She stares out the window at the pouring rain, Thinking about memories causing her pain. The sweetness of the pastry can't ease her mind, She longs for a love she can't seem to find. The clock ticking away the lonely hours, As she dreams of fields filled with wildflowers. But for now, she's stuck...
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