The sky is supposed to be blue in my world
And every now and then plain black
I want every day a different taste
And only you, you can come back
Getting to know you better
Just like getting to know me
Will just show all great inperfect things
I’d rather cease to see
Sometimes I want you to be depressed
But only when I’m not
I can’t stand that my past is black and white
Or that it’s the colors I forgot
A piano is too beautiful
To express the way I feel
I love the violins’ fairytale tune
I don’t like my life this real