Aliens

Aliens in school are lavishly staring at me, It feels like they really know more about me. Aliens in school are secretly talking about me, It feels like I’m a sweet chill music of anybody. Aliens in school don’t like me that much, It feels like I can’t please them because I can’t be so such. Aliens in school are horrendously dissing me in brash. It feels like I can’t make good things in just a single brush. But whatever those aliens say about me, I just love how these things run supposed to be. And whatever those aliens talk something about my life, I’m still happy to stand though they are like my creepy knife. I can’t be so sorry because this is me, I just love how I show things in reality. I can’t be so sorry because I can’t please them, I just so love myself because I’m not as weirdo as them.