let me tell you about this girl short, nice body ,black hair,soft eyes,pretty eyes she not like these others dont like the drama stay out of trouble she do her own thing stick to herself thing she dont follow the crowd she walk away from it she real shy real fly
My words are the keys off beat In choir, the one off key The bird who flies in the opposite direction
The ecentric. They call us the liberals. The freedom fighters. They say were are the hippies, the weirdos. What makes me different........................ My hat is so tall you can't see the theatre performance My eyes are so curious I see a light on every ceiling My hands are so wound they jump like bunnies on every desk My feet as so tired they twist in the soil
I paint a picture that shows shadow and dark I feel I am both I Feel like the wind of the opposite direction
Same problem, different guy. I don't know why I'm so insecure, because I'm not. I love me, I'll own up to my faults but I'm pretty great. I just don't know what anyone sees in me. Even if he likes me now that could all change in a matter of seconds. It has before, don't see a difference now. But say it didn't change. Say we got together and it lasted. I'm still going away to college, and then start my career soon after. Point is everything has an end. I don't want to waste my time.
She was always look upon as, Different She has no one, not even family, She hides her face from the crowd, of kids who walk the halls, But no one knows she was, Special Her beauty was on the inside, Which no one took time to see, Except, One