She wonders if she's beautiful underneath all that her
She wonders if one day it will all occur
In the maze of amazement that she's stuck in, blurred
He wonders if she's tampered with under all her beautiful
He wonders if one day he will in turn be the fool
Or if his mind will balloon in the maze of amazement
That he's stuck in, and swoons
Soon they will discover, (hopefully someday)
That they're both see themselves in ridiculous ways
And the only enemy in their paths that's laid
Is themselves. Not the views they made
And they gather their bags of bones
From the closets they chose to leave alone
The musty smell of age old convictions
Swells around their tongues, tampers with their diction
Until each other chooses to listen
To the little being within
And they realise that they've both got some growing to do
So together they choose to begin
Soon they will discover, (hopefully someday)
That they're both see themselves in ridiculous ways.
And the only enemy in their paths that's laid
Is themselves. Not the views they made
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