#1113-Makeup
There’s always one,
In every crowd,
Daring to be real.
Upside down,
Little understood,
Hanging around.
Hoping to be accepted.
Without pretense,
Or makeup.
There’s always one,
In every crowd,
Daring to be real.
Upside down,
Little understood,
Hanging around.
Hoping to be accepted.
Without pretense,
Or makeup.