Sunken eyes and
They're as green as nightmare skies,
How's your life in that disguise?
How's your life in that disguise?
Nobody knows you because
All you do is lie.
Pretty goddess
You don't realize
Boys and girls look at you
With far away stares.
They catch each other's sight
And try not to glare,
Everyone wants you to be theirs
Everyone wants you to be theirs.
But I'm not a boy
And I'm not a girl.
I'm as noticeable as the dust
in the corners of the world
But I'm here
And I'm there
I am truly everywhere,
And I know,
Pretty goddess,
That you're scared.
You're scared.
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