Seventeen Shady

 ✿ Seventeen Shady ✿

~Miss A

Where are you looking at hey!
Are you dim, when the diva is shinin’ here…
No, it’s not your fault, that’s how I am
Glittering throughout the flames
A piece of rock hard ice
What do I do am so hot.

It’s troublesome, but not a burden
I have grown up to live in this power
Where everything so fragile
I am a bit too strong
To shove my way as the best
Why are you queuing up, I’m on top.

Trying to peek a glance, in my direction
Can’t catch you, where are you?
Your presence so inexistent, where’s the cool?
When even the sparkling one flicker
With the knowledge of my existence.
No, I don’t belong to you, or to anyone else.

Look at my face and you’ll know
My swagger is always on,
Thought you would surpass me, stab on
It’s bad to bet when you are an amateur
But you won’t understand that, my bad
I’m such a stunner, so fine. What would you do?

There’s no way that you’d try to cross a line
And I would let that happen
I look so juvenile, but this is my eleventh move
All so same as the past one, sad.
You say that you don’t like me
Then you copy me, I ain’t blind.

Where to keep my sight, I know quite well
Who to grapple on, plans all detailed
Then you’d be questioning me,
Why I ain’t interested? Dumb!
Some lessons are good to learn,
But only if you understand ‘em.

Then I’d be silently looking out
Gazing all those happiness in the vista
Why am I such a contrast to love
But then I also know the heartbreaking answer
Because I can’t be the same
Why would I do that.

Shite seventeen shady.
Where are you? I might die tomorrow
I wanna taste the blood now
But there’s no one I could like
I can’t belong to geezer, I won’t be satisfied
Don’t provoke me no one, you get owned.

There’s no humility in getting possessed
Here’s my antsy, I can’t be oppressed
But I would give a try, sadly you’re already scared
You can’t even try to aim, how will it be a hit?
Prove me wrong, shake hands with my pride
I’m not an outcast, but just an over-shady.

Tomorrow, I would be one day close eighteen, hurry up
Since when the day will preach, my icy would be my hem
There’s no other me, save me before I jump in a pit
I built myself, and covered with flowers of moe.
Oh no! It’s too late already, seventeen shady,
Here’s my fraud, here’s my heels.

✿

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