Is it all for a show?
In the golden hour you seem to know no fear
Is it really true,
that a bird like me could
NEVER
THINK
LIKE
YOU!
Is it all in my head?
Is my ignorance just manufactured dread?
When I’ve naughty but my pride,
can you take a look and
SAY
YOU
LIKE
WHAT
I’VE
GOT
INSIDE!
— lyrics anon
mecore














