You look like diamonds, even though,
you are sitting up on two rows
I watch you speak to them,
you have a precious laugh,
one I simply can't ignore nor resist.
Though, I have a wild guess,
You are not what you are to me.
I have a wild guess,
that you are a false diamond,
sparkling, shinning, cutting my eyes-
I'm blind by the reminiscent beauty,
and I won't search the insides!
I know it will only hurt me,
but, whats a person to do,
when they're forever
Just look! The words I speak,
Antonyms of I!
I'm just a regular cracked rock,
In the depths of a room, Filled!
Filled with diamond of all kinds,
some real...some fake,
it's hard to really tell.
With you, it's impossible to a blind rock
to know what you might be to me,
You probably can't even see me!
Dirty rocks, dirty rocks, sparkling wonders!
It's a pure ecstasy, the curves of glitter,
The shine, the laugh, it echoes
in this hollow heart, sorrow is
As I sit still, and you continue,
To talk to your diamond comrades
I sit, alone, watching your false beauty
Please, cut me again...