colorful faces surround me, with eyes like knifes, and smiles that are meant for a clowns. But yet I feel like the one that is under dressed in a little black dress and with diamonds around my neck. My smile is as fake as the people I m associating with, trying to breathe the right words , but all that comes out is fire. Life of going around is a whirlwind is not the way in to peoples hearts, but yet the top hats and the feathers seem to please the ears with a circle. With walls made of midnight blue snowflakes and stars that are meant for a love drunken night. I'm just hoping that everyone will buy my act of a girl just trying to match the b