Inspired by @MerpDaKawaii
No, this isn't the way it looks like.
You've never seen my other side.
With scars and others, going by.
I see you're interested in the rainbows and unicorns and my good side.
But unfortunately, nothing exists like that inside me.
You see, there is a stinging bumble bee, he stings my heart and soul so I can weep
He makes my expression dull, that I cannot take it anymore, and so, of course, I sleep in my bed
with snot on my pillow saying "They all hate me, they all do." and those weeping tears of me, go into my soul that's blue.
Your wondering on what this means, it seems that you're talking in your dreams.
All it means is that nobody's perfect, even if you hear your cat purr a perfection sound,
which what I am trying to say is, your voice is already found.
No one is perfect in this world, believe me, it is true
And soon I'll find that I can see that now your soul isn't blue.
You can hopefully understand
that everyone has a good and bad side,
The next day you'll see your friends, happily waving "Hi!"
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(The whole concept of this is that everyone wants to be perfect. No one is perfect in this world, even if they win an award for being the perfect person on Earth. Everybody is the same, but unique. They have a good and bad side. Their bad side thinks about home issues and other things like suicidal thoughts and depression or even anxiety, maybe the smallest things like bullying.
The whole point is that no matter what happens now, it won't happen in the future. I promise you. And being perfect doesn't even matter. Whether your Muslim, Christian, Jewish, Gay, Lesbian, or Black (and White) just be yourself, because everyone else is taken. The only perfect thing that matters in the world is Life. If there is no life we wouldn't even exist.)
No, this isn't the way it looks like.
You've never seen my other side.
With scars and others, going by.
I see you're interested in the rainbows and unicorns and my good side.
But unfortunately, nothing exists like that inside me.
You see, there is a stinging bumble bee, he stings my heart and soul so I can weep
He makes my expression dull, that I cannot take it anymore, and so, of course, I sleep in my bed
with snot on my pillow saying "They all hate me, they all do." and those weeping tears of me, go into my soul that's blue.
Your wondering on what this means, it seems that you're talking in your dreams.
All it means is that nobody's perfect, even if you hear your cat purr a perfection sound,
which what I am trying to say is, your voice is already found.
No one is perfect in this world, believe me, it is true
And soon I'll find that I can see that now your soul isn't blue.
You can hopefully understand
that everyone has a good and bad side,
The next day you'll see your friends, happily waving "Hi!"
-
(The whole concept of this is that everyone wants to be perfect. No one is perfect in this world, even if they win an award for being the perfect person on Earth. Everybody is the same, but unique. They have a good and bad side. Their bad side thinks about home issues and other things like suicidal thoughts and depression or even anxiety, maybe the smallest things like bullying.
The whole point is that no matter what happens now, it won't happen in the future. I promise you. And being perfect doesn't even matter. Whether your Muslim, Christian, Jewish, Gay, Lesbian, or Black (and White) just be yourself, because everyone else is taken. The only perfect thing that matters in the world is Life. If there is no life we wouldn't even exist.)
