you know those kinds of girls who look like they're made of honey and glass , like sticky sweet ash and you can't get the taste off your tongue burnt sugar and little bit of rum and she dances in the rain with her clothes on drenched to the bone and never knows when she's all gone but she's the life of the party and deep down i know that nobody flinches when they take off her clothes and i wonder what it's like to be one of those girls to sit in the sun and look at the world and never think: "wow. аm i enough?" cause life is easy when you know that you're the main character and i'm sitting here thinking this is not fair but her smile makes it hard to be mad it's not her fault that i'm so fcking sad so i'll sit here and look at these girls in the sun dancing in the rain and having their fun and maybe one day i can forget the past and be one of those girls of honey and glass