lilAnGeL8825
Bluelighter
i wonder what people see, when they're looking back at me. i wonder what they see on my face, what distant memories they
can trace.
how, to the world, am i perceived? my looks, be aware, often
deceive.
you look upon a girl so together, but i'm no more figured out
than the other.
although i don't let you see, i have problems, i get hurt, i
get angry.
you see, i don't want to burden you for sure you have troubles
of your own, too.
that's okay, i'll go on living, never taking, always giving.
don't worry i'm used to this, please grant me just one wish.
that no other girl will have to pretend-fake being happy even
to her dearest friend.
can trace.
how, to the world, am i perceived? my looks, be aware, often
deceive.
you look upon a girl so together, but i'm no more figured out
than the other.
although i don't let you see, i have problems, i get hurt, i
get angry.
you see, i don't want to burden you for sure you have troubles
of your own, too.
that's okay, i'll go on living, never taking, always giving.
don't worry i'm used to this, please grant me just one wish.
that no other girl will have to pretend-fake being happy even
to her dearest friend.
