She had her own little world,
Where she could be herself without being afraid,
Being there was beautiful
People call her a freak,
They say she's a nowhere girl
'Cause she's living out of this world.
She talks to birds she talks to angels
She talks to trees she talks to bees
Talks to the rainbows and to the seas
She lives in the world of imagination,
To hide from the crule reality of this world
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
She had her own little world,
Where she could be herself without being afraid,
Being there was beautiful
People call her a freak,
They say she's a nowhere girl
'Cause she's living out of this world.
She talks to birds she talks to angels
She talks to trees she talks to bees
Talks to the rainbows and to the seas
She lives in the world of imagination,
To hide from the crule reality of this world
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