There is one place that i would be i stare at u then back at me life and death are just the same neither one need emotional pain through clouds and sees made of dreams been smashed against the time of streams dark and blue black and white neither one has no light being me and being u has nothing to do with my mood i cant help being me i cant help being what peolpe see.
I dont care if u stare people look everywhere i am never going to be black of blue my hart-, hart is just as light as the two although i can here that sound its not really there but it is around i wont be who u say to be because im happy young and free being me is being good im happy my life.
