Stereotype

This is my ego
Breaking your boring, fuc*** convention
This is my superstar
Waiting for something, something special
This is my actress
Beautiful blonde girl
Blue eyes and a short life
This is my window
Timeless flowers
And sweet smelling too

This is my jealousy
Scratching your skin with uncountable fingers
This is my innocence
I have nothing to blame myself for

This is my life, can?t you see
Unless those people make you blind
This is my hate, can?t you feel
You should stay with your eyes open wide

This is my great hall
Full of seats, but no guests
This is my big big world
But I?m not a big girl, or something like that This is my jealousy
Scratching your skin with uncountable fingers
This is my TV show
Brothers, sisters, parents and tears
This is my dear best friend
He calls me he asks me but I don?t need him
This is my innocence
I have nothing to blame myself for

All this time i?ve seen you here
You dreamed my dreams
And I dream our life
And I saw this in you
My stereotype, my stereotype?

This is my jealousy
Scratching your skin with uncountable fingers
This is my TV show
Brothers, sisters, parents and tears
This is my dear best friend
He calls me he asks me but I don?t need him
This is my innocence
I have nothing to blame myself for