Hey, hey, hey,
Pretty girl,
Mind muddled,
Self ideas
Wronged by the world
Things shut out,
Things let in,
Pretty girl doesn't see,
She's the one we need,
The rest will leave,
For as nothing is said
Something is wrong
Too boring
Voice is the gadget of society,
Scream, yell, howl, sing,
Volume is priority,
Noise is king.
Consigned to
Oblivion,
Stuck back,
Head down mind out
Oh
Shy girl,
Shy girl
Shy guy,
Shy guy
Take pain and replace instead
Hopes of newer times, just
Turn your head,
Stop and watch,
One day you'll spot
A kind of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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