Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel like a house of cards? One blow from caving in.
Do you ever feel already buried deep? Six feet under, sream, and no one seems to hear a thing.
Do you know that there's still a chance for you?
Baby you're a firework, come on let those colors burst. Make 'em go up up up as they shoot across the sky y yy :) xx