That ugly woman you dislike.
You think she ain't pretty.
But she is a teacher, you know.
And as any teacher, she is someone's queen.
To that someone she's beautiful.
But you don't care. She's just an ugly stranger.
And this ****** guy, no self control on board.
You say he's beyond dumb.
But somewhere in a college he gets high scores.
Somewhere in a house he feels emotions deep and true.
But how'd you ever know?
He s just a ****** on a train.
Oh yeah, the leading lady you applaud.
She lives with no hardships, it appears to you.
But she is sometimes crying hard.
The girl she adores doesn't care about her.
And now the leading lady cares not 'bout fame.
Whatever, she's a happy star to you.
Finally, the boy who's lost in the streets.
You always call him a loser, lost cause.
But he is somebody's reason to fight.
He is a youngster's greatest man.
He lives to help and helps to live.
But give ,oh please, no ****. He is a loser in the streets
But you, a normal, boring, balanced human.
I see no interest in copies.
But you're a hurricane that dance under water.
But your the rebel seeking holes in walls.
And obedience is just a shameful mask you wear.
But i am clueless. You're just too boring, calm as sand.
That's just how it is in my shoes. No offense, almost