The Cool

The cool, is tired, of being what everyone wants

It's true, inside, she knows that only she understands

Herself, that's fine, because she don't need anyone but look

Take care, pain and trauma made her

The cover of the book about her life is made of tears

Songs locked in my trunk of memories that I opened so she could see

So run, baby run when the cool one starts to talk

Let it be, let it be cause the cool wants to be free

So run, baby run when the cool one starts to talk

Let it be, let it be cause the cool wants to be free