Just
Just
I'm just a,
Yeah,
I'm just a girl,
That always stand on the sidelines,
Just a girl,
One of the millions,
Just writing rhymes.
One of the billions,
That dream of popularity,
But the only good thing from me is,
I work for a charity.
So what I'm gonna do?
Nothing,
Absolutely nothing,
'Cause I just like my sweater,
Even if it is twenty degrees,
Just putting my sneakers on,
And I don't care if people would say,
How ugly, jeez!
And then my old jeans,
Always charming as hell,
And then a book under my arm,
Hunger games, the quarter quell.
So yeah, I'm happy with that.
But I still want to break free.
That song, that song,
Describes me!
Only the love thing not,
I'm like a robot.
But what I'm gonna do?
Nothing but dreaming.
And even if its ugly,
I just sing.
And then I draw,
Even if its ugly,
'Cause ten I can dream,
Dream on the paper.
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