We're nowhere close being diamonds.
Under the starry sky, aren't we all shattered like glasses?
Everyone suddenly turned materialistic, wanted to be most-sought.
But baby, only diamond bends when it is cut by itself.
One judges you, and it makes you desperately unstable.
Aren't you brittle?
You're transparent and easily hammered by these comments.
Yet you shimmer under the darkness like a diamond.
I guess, we could be paper diamonds.
