All washed out this time
Colors in the night
Our portraits, black and white
Like dreamy butterflies
Beautiful and calm
Heading for the light
And anything i see is that postcard-sized life
Growing on concrete
A world that has sold its soul
To one size fits all
And training wheels
Who am i to say?
Who are you to judge?
Ungrateful
Our individuality
Roles set
Opportunities
Unavoidable
And i’ve already signed that script
You planted in my fertile mind
What more can i want?
What more can i ask for?
I have it all. all you let me have
Is anything i am that two-dimensional shape you see?
What more can i want?
What more can i ask for?
I don’t want it all