She's afraid of darkness.
So when the lights are out,
She has to hold my hand...
I don't understand.
If my life were a flavor right now, it would be that flavor that nobody quite knows how they truly feel about.
Like bubblegum.
Except I do know how I feel about bubblegum. I dislike bubblegum anything quite strongly.
And I don't dislike my life. Au contraire. Although I do have funny scratch marks on my wrist, seemingly from some sort of feline encounter I remember nothing about. And I do have crooked bangs, because I'm horrible at trimming my bangs, and everytime I try they just seem to get worse and worse. But I rather think it could be one of those things that people remark upon endearingly when they pass:
"Oh, look, there's the girl with the crooked bangs."
"They match her eyes."
There are quite a few people with matching eyes though. I can be replaced.
I'm not afraid, of anything!
Be it mountains, water, dragons, dark or sky
I'm not afraid of anything!
Tell me where's the challenge if you never try?
So watch me fly...
I'm not afraid.
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