there's a girl whom we both know
a demon in disguise
and though she sweetly smiles at me
it never meets her eyes
she looks at you with longing
on her face, as clear as day
pretends to like the things you like
repeats the things you say
she likes to give me daggers
when she thinks you cannot see
but though she thinks she's got it all
she simply isn't me.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
there's a girl whom we both know
a demon in disguise
and though she sweetly smiles at me
it never meets her eyes
she looks at you with longing
on her face, as clear as day
pretends to like the things you like
repeats the things you say
she likes to give me daggers
when she thinks you cannot see
but though she thinks she's got it all
she simply isn't me.
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