This is by no means a window to my soul. I'm not about to spill my guts and tell all my secrets. This won't tell you how my day went or if I like this person or that person. Seriously, it's not my thing. I decided to put my fingers to the keyboard and see what i come with. Subject matter is TBA. I can't in all seriousness promise that what pops up here has anything to do with me personally. We shall see... So le's see what the keys have in store for today...
Oh it's that girl, you know her
The smart one, the cripple, the flirt, the bitch,
the one with watermelons strapped to her chest, yeah you know her
You don't know that girl,
you make no effort to know that girl, not that she minds
She doesn't want you to know her. Quite frankly, she doesn't want to know herself
She doesn't know herself
This means don't ask her questions because her answers won't make sense
Under the guise of all her big words is a bunch of gibberish
Alas, you are still here, still watching, still wondering about that girl.
The one who says so many pretty words and still says nothing, tells nothing, reveals nothing...the clever one, that girl
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