And I can't compete.
In a world where style rules substance
Beauty rules brains
And trends eclipse common sense
I thought you were different.
Why do I always think the best of you?
In the end I'll probably stay lonely
But maybe not alone.
I need to sleep now, I've been out.
So goodnight and I hope you're well.
And maybe we can talk fashion
And beautiful girls
When the summer's gone.
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