Favourite

Eyes on me,

Finding the words I could lie,

People asking me why so perfect?

And I couldn't deny been your favourite...

Smiling, shining, popping; 

Wish I could make you hate me...

Impurities playing the role so ultimate,

I'm denying to be your soulmate...

I feel bad for the people who're bad at the sicker;

And I want to be messed up just like the liquor...

I'm so secured like a diamond ring,

That I wish to have those wings...

And I'm a attention-sicker, please take me away from those people who could spoil me just like a clinker...

 I hate the way I'm perceived;

'Cause I love people I don't like...

And I'm so caught up in the news; of who likes me, and who hates you...

If someone tells me one more time, "Enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry...

They'd all be so disappointed, 'Cause of who am I, if not exploited?

And I'm so sick of these days feelin' worthless;

Being good for nothing,

Stuck in my dream...

And you still wonder being everyone's favourite is purely brim?

But I know you can't stop makin' me your favourite;

Cuz I'm so familiar to your impressed sane...