not a day goes by
shenanigans don't see her
in some kind of trouble

That unpolished stone could be the most precious gem you've always wanted. Non-luxurious and unconventional to their asymmetrical eyesight. See things your way and will be able to notice there's a beauty in everything.

Inside of her book, a huge city unexplored and unread
Every tiny bit, every dust, every skin she shred
Is a detailed beauty that she bear
Waiting for recognition in her thin air

to you, it's snoring,
but to me, it's angelic
so pure, innocent