You know how hard
is it to try,
to try to seen.
You walk on the street
wearing totally pink,
but there you go unseen.

Sometimes you talk with your friends,
and they just don't seem to care,
or that cute hot guy,
no matter what you try,
somehow they all pass you by.

But it's okay,
it's alright,
life is just like a ride,
when there're ups,
for sure there's a down,
invisiblity makes no sound.
It's like a power,
although no stronger,
you get to think abit.
It gets around, this quer thing,
everyone has had it.

whatever

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