Maybe I wear baggies
and white socks with flip-flops,
maybe I don't like listening to rave
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
maybe I don't care about the things
that make your worlds twirl,
maybe you look at me and think:
Gee, what a nothing girl.
Maybe I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
and maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
maybe you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see,
if this make me a nothing girl,
hey, that's ok with me!
The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be detected,
your face must be picture perfect
and wear cloths just the best, to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
robots you have became,
yourself you'll never find.
God made you, as well as me,
this means I am something,
the world is a liar
and if I must be a nothing
for you to see it,
then so be it!
Maybe I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
and maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
maybe you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see,
if this make me a nothing girl,
hey, that's ok with me!
....
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
robots you have became,
yourself you'll never find.
...
God made you, as well as me,
this means I am something,
the world is a liar
oh if he sees nothing in you ,i do ,i think this is so special write
dreamy and nice
i like giving smiles which seems a sin today
yes so i like myself,ragged and tattered clothes
i like chaos,never was perfect no not for me
i like to be vulnerable easy sort of guy
i dont like the face or body to marvel
i like my soul to shine,my eyes look much farther than they see
i like to dream,i like to laugh ,to love everyone i see
for there is so much love in me
and it makes me so wonderful
wonderful write.i loved every word here