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Don't Turn Around

Tell me how can I describe your rare self?
There's no one as careless and arrogant,
untouchable with a cold heart of stealth,
and you receive but hate to grant.

Searching for other girls whose heart to break.
Yeah you go about with your strutty walk,
and hiding behind a white smile, so fake,
you think you can impress with your smart talk.

Behind someone's silentlye calling.
When you come and go can't you feel her stare?
She could be crying, she could be falling.
You keep going on, you don't even care.

With deep brown eyes, and a far, grey look,
don't turn to see the poor girl's heart you took.

By: Camila Rodriguez