I'm not an angel of your skies,
I'm just pretending with my smile,
I'll never put off my disguise
Of all the people staring.
You're not a devil of my hell,
You always got someone to tell
Your crazy thoughts, you do it well
To seem the one who's living.
We make each other go away
From here to there with no delay,
But I'm still here and I'm okay,
So does it mean you like me?
What Does It Mean?
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