He's smart and he's handsome and he has a look of kindness But he doesn't notice anyone. he's trained to turn a blind eye he could learn how to fly And he knows how to treat everyone just the same. he figures out a way he goes through the way He's smart and handsome and he has a look of blankness. But he doesn't notice me.

I'm bright and I try to look sharp and my eyes are so torn, puzzled that you can see cracks of little veins and I notice everything.