mitchiekousuke

The summer breeze has knocked at my door, the birds, they sing a little song Let in the breeze, go open up a window and sing along I look up and smile from my hiding place And place my book back onto my lap, then I say "Oh hello there, is there anything that I can do to help you?" The world is quite simple even with a blindfold covering both my eyes But no one gets how much harder I have to work to try and fit in Does anyone even know that I'm here? Inside this dark, lonely forest is where I reside Guess I'll keep telling myself that's why no one visits at all "Don't make eye contact!" My mother used to tell me So now I've made my mind to b