No one knows
I have nothing to smile about
But sometimes The words that you saying help me take on life in a different kind of way
I know I seem to focus on dispair
It's a pity it's a classic,that I'm open for a repair hand me a walking stick
And call it a day.
Withering Mail love you down to licking the stamp withering to fail in another kiss blown causes hammering down to the last nail
I got a problem I can't stop staring
Everytime you smirk at me
The world around you disapears
Far out I can't believe your standing here all my nerves inside me
Hopelessly causing knots inside me
Damn I need an outlet for I can't seem to focus but when I get in, you've seen what I see
You even know who I am
Yet don't seem to care that I'm
Far from normal far from the image
Yes I'm a woman that's cynically aware I look like a girl but watch me not care I'll bring the room to my command but when you walk in
I need help to land
For I can't believe the ground is no longer my walkway now I fly without a know how of how to slowest decent into a grip
Slip and slide until I finally trip
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