Just look, once, how you look
Jounce, you’ll be shook
Jounce, you’ll be shook
Thy eyes hold your self
Red, burnt, a crimson crook
From cute innocence
From cute innocence
To lustrous adolescence
A mind with questions
Spreading like fragrance
Some answers convince
Some answers convince
Some against acceptance
What you spurn
Question thy own existence
Just look, and look once again
Just look, and look once again
Is it cute, where’s the innocence!
A big fatal dire sign
Ain’t any mirror to your conscience!
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