Mocking birds and diamond rings
Oh I have thought of greater things
All the things that fly by me
All the lives that I could lead
Maybe I was born for that
Or maybe I was first to last
You could call it cowardice
But leave me to my studied bliss
Am I just a shadow you drew?  

          ᶜᵃᶰᵒᶰ ᵈᶤᵛᵉʳᵍᵉᶰᵗ | ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᶤᵛᵉ | ᴳʳᵃᵖʰᶤᶜ ᶜʳᵉᵈᶤᵗ