Young, she's building the world from fragments She's searching, searching for a face that doesn't exist The torment of dreams She knows you should have been with her long ago The kind you wanted long ago She's waiting for your yes or no The torment of words She knows you should have been with her long ago Queen of white sneakers What more could you want Since morning, she's guarding the phone What if it’s him Despair with hope She doesn’t go out all day Young, she's building the world from fragments She's searching, searching for a face that doesn't exist The torment of dreams She knows you should have been with her long ago Try to find her At familiar addresses, don't ask people Try to find her She's hidden within herself, hidden from you Queen of white sneakers What more could you want In her eyes is a familiar video Where he appears Despair with hope She doesn’t go out all day Try to find her At familiar addresses, you won't get new ones Try to find her Run in white sneakers through mud, in the snow Try to find her A kingdom for tenderness, don't ask people Try to find her She's hidden within herself, hidden within herself Try to find her At familiar addresses, you won't get new ones Try to find her Run in white sneakers through mud, in the snow....

poorly drawn, sketch, score_4, score_5, score_6, simple background, censored, lowres, low detail, blurry, watercolor, muscular female, bad anatomy, bad proportions, deformed, deformed anatomy, deformed fingers,