In the middle of all those chics
I was like this broken record
That keeps on repeating words
Strangled with the panic cord

I never really got those trends
Revolving around downtown
Stuck in the pages of old books
I drowned in the light brown

They laughed at me everyday
Because I missed neon nights
But I was a girl who truly loved
The sunlit alleys and daylights

I couldn't take the roar of mobs
So I hid myself in shady corners
I feared getting hurt by the rush
I passed by them like foreigners

I loved those happy rainy days
That created little water puddles
And brought out innocent kids
Who laughed in Nature's cuddles

They called me a dumb person
I was a girl who blinked too slow
Slightly lost in all the wilderness
I just forgot how to fit in the flow

But here's the thing about trends
They keep on coming and they go
But I was the designer of my story
They just couldn't see my soft glow