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White
You think you know me
You don't know me at all
The things you see is only a shell of me
The emotions of my life I hide
The safe to me is somewhere no one will see
The key to me is floating somewhere on a white cloud
The key and the cloud is nowhere to be found
My heart too is hard to break
You yell, you punch, but it will never give away
My heart is as white as it can ever be
I'm a visible white ghost no one notices
My black hair whipping across my face
Lonely as ever standing there, wind blowing on my delicate
skin like millions of knives stabbing and cutting me,
until I fade into nothing but dust
The things you saw me to be was not me
but not you have truly seen who I am