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You’ve never truly seen her until  she cries and her eyes turn green
she’s so profoundly, beautifully sad

Everyone thinks that they know her thinks that they get her
believe they understand

it’s unfortunate for the souls that she steals
cause they never really know what they’re getting into
Suddenly addicted
Witnessing her chaotic mess

She’s just my type, she’s just my type
I’ll love her for more than a night
What a mind, what a beauty, you don’t know what she does to me
She’s just my type, I love her mind

You’ve never truly seen her till she’s on fire
her eyes are a light  
Passions fueling her mind
She ******* comes alive
She’s something different, I’ll  tell her 1000 times

She still doesn’t see it
Doesn’t believe it
Stuck inside her mind
Nobody gets her, she’ll never live up to  expectations
She lives in all these lies

Ohhhhh but
She’s just my type, she’s just my type
I’ll love her for more than a night
What a mind, what a beauty, you don’t know what she does to me
She’s just my type
Written by
Courtney Jurena  37/F/Panama City, FL
(37/F/Panama City, FL)   
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