From my brown- hazel eyes to my spotted legs
No one actually knows me the way you did.
It’s all because of you that I’m this way.
I’m confused and discrete about every little thing.

I’m silent, I’m sweet, and I love to sing.
My hair is frisky and straight.
No one understands me, but me.
I was brought back here for something.
Maybe it’s me, that I just see everything
I feel serene, tranquil, and scenery.
It’s blind to others, but not to me.

Every thing seems unreal, so unreal to human kind.
No one can read my thoughts
So they don’t know what I know
See what I see
Do what I do
Feel what I feel
Be what I be.

It’s only because you don’t know me.

 
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