She has been misunderstood.
So tired
Running running running
People see her as a sparkling sight
Glimmering and shining bright
But she’s nothing more than a lonely cat
Laughing, chanting, playing
But she’s actually crying
Can’t make them believe, she’s bored of trying
When she’s smiling, smiling, smiling
Take a closer look
Though she’s not an opened book
Her smile turned crooked
Bent and twisted
Like a curse, the beauty made her dying dying dying
Ah, poor thing
yeah .. why people so serious with such things it’s only marketing strtegy to sell painting