Clueless
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Does he love me,
like I love him?
Because-
He makes my heart race,
At a fast pace.
Does he not know
Yet-
Does he not see,
The type of love I have for him
She doesn't know.
She's completely clueless.
If she reaches that low,
She'll say, "screw this."
What phrase can I say though?
I can't tell her my view.
She'll throw a fit.
That is my cue.
You think you know me
You think you can read me
You think you see me for me
But in reality I hide behind the lies
I hide behind your ignorance
You cannot see the beguiling manner of those people
You, an amiable person
Them, a people of many faces
You run past the boisterous crowds
Only aiming to please
Behind the false perfection,
Béyonce you wish you were me,
Strutting in my Luis V.
You think you're as bad as can be,
But hey I got my Céline with me.
Paris made, London born,
Baby got that foreign form.
Ahhh... I come into your hot room
It's like a sauna in here
I look on the board
what do i see?
A movie yippe!!!
But not really
You really don't know what to do with your life do you?
You built me up, up to the clouds
In my throne, as I looked down
At all the faces that stood below
Just to keep me as your little girl.
Kept me there safe and protected
