A sign, a lie of mine and no why.
It has nothing to do with you and your eyes.
It's nothing.
She moves like the next in line, tries to abide by their laws.
It's quite something to idolise a lost cause.
It's nothing.
She moves like the next one.
She moves like the next one.
Your make-up and made-up stare do convince me I need another.
But a sudden flick of your hair makes me wonder why I'd even-.
Have you tried this tearing at the seams?
Because it will rearrange what you believe in.
It's nothing.
She moves like the next one.
She moves like the next one.
Your make-up and made-up stare do convince me I need another.
But a sudden flick of your hair makes me wonder why I'd even bother.
I want to know you so.
It's nothing.
It's not fair.
She moves like the next one.
