We are the most beautiful people
Strange mind, yearning heart
Although we seem to be quiet
We are the sharpest of the creatures to know-it-all

I look at you, but I don’t easily concede
Doesn’t mean I hate you,
It’s just that I already did, in my mind
Trust me, we are not rude.

We don’t have a lot of friends
But once I trust you, there’s no looking back
In case you don’t pull me in,
Me and the wall painting work in unison

Being cute and quaint at the same time,
We still persist a subtly vibrant temperament.