Hi there

I guess you have no idea who's standing here

`Guess I'm the performer, the mainact

When you, the crowd cheers

I say thank you

Thank you for listening to my words

Thank you for being so silent

Thank you for appreciating my work

And thank you for spending your time on hearing me scream in front of your seats

For those having their eyes closed

I know what you're feeling

I know what you're seeing

The truth I am mumbling the most

And I look to my mum

She knows what I'm singing

I look to my friends

They know it´s the truth

And I look to my dad with his head red

He´s so proud when I'm singing

And I'm reading the lyrics

They're all about you

Through the doom of the day

To the day that I die

I'm colour of sound

In the shape of a Y

With the taste of red lips

It´s no art

In all of our time there hasn't been once that you have been singing

Singing along my encore, the Tiny Singer Song

So bye bye

Take your fake smile

Go, seek for attention

I know what you're loving

I know what you're loving

You're loving the wrong

As a hot girl

In a hard world

You'll be cool with the rules

But I know how you're suffering from worrying `bout where you will stand after school

And I know that I'm desperately drowning ever since you told me to leave

But I know that I´ll reach the 25 with having my circles in peace

And I look to my mum

She knows what I'm singing

I look to my friends

They know it´s the truth

And I look to my dad with his head red

He´s so proud when I'm singing

And I'm writing the lyrics

There's nothing ´bout you

Through the doom of the day

To the day that I die

I'm colour of sound

In the shape of a Y

With the taste of red lips

It´s no art

Through the doom of the day

To the day that I die

I'm colour of sound

In the shape of a Y

With the taste of red lips

It´s no art