dowhatyouwant
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All you ever think about is your skills,
your voice,
and your set of ways.
I'm not like you,
and I don't think you quite understand.
We are all unique,
in our own separate ways.
She sits and wonders to herself,
How she wishes she were someone else.
Her hair as flat as books she reads
And eyes the shade of polluted seas.
Turns on the computer and there she finds
Creep through the night like wandering samurais
We still believe in ourselves, no camera lies
We make true of what we believe in
Never giving up to deceiving
No such sort of treason
