She never trips,
Only dances.
She can walk on ice,
Fire, water and glass.
Nothing will hurt her,
But maybe something will.
At last.
Why can't you see?
That girl is not me.
Why can't you see?
That girl is not me.----
A touch, a little feeling.
Something she does not want.
But I crave for each and everyday.
But cry as I will, and cry as she don't.
We aren't meant to be.---
Somewhere inside,
I know my true colors will show.
Somewhere inside,
I know I'm bleeding out again.---
But she won't let you see a thing.
Why can't you see?
That girl is not me.
Why can't you see?
That girl is not me.----
Oh..
How can I begin to tell myself,
Who I really am,
And it's not her----.
I know now, that I can't hide myself.
Hide myself from me.
Why can't you see?
That girl is not me.
Why can't you see?
That girl is not me.----
Oh..
Why can't you see?
That girl is not me.
Why can't you see, why can't you?
Why can't you see she's not me?
At all----.
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