Maybe I like straight cut jeans
and salwar suit with flip-flops,
Maybe I don't like listening to rock music
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,
Maybe I don't care about the things
that make your worlds twirl,
Maybe you look at me and think:
See, what a nothing girl.
Maybe I like giving smiles
which seems to be a sin today,
And maybe I allow my imagination
to sometimes run away,
Maybe you don't understand this
and that's why you cannot see.
If this makes me a nothing girl,
Hey, that's absolutely ok with me!
The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be detected,
Your face must be picture perfect
and wear clothes just the best, to be accepted.
Just maybe you know?
I look at you
and feel sorry that you're blind,
Robots you have became,
yourself you'll never find!!