I see you now,
Looking at me through a broken window,
The stare,
A stare,
Just...

Stare.

You saw my heart,
My thoughts,
Theories,
Dreams.

...dreams

Criticise me,
Talk behind my back, acting natural when I prepare a death glance.
You're better then me,
You wear prade shoes, high fasion make-up,
ONLY branded clothes.
But yet I have a perfect personality,
A way of being someone's favourite, without buying their respect.
Yet I know how to be a friend, not just a "made in china" barbie doll in a second-hand box.

You're better than me in every way,
Because you have money.

Money made you, right?
So let's see if it can take you away.

Just a dream of yesterday,
Thought you'd like some insight to my life...
XoXo