Listen children
There is no discrepancy
Between white and black
For everywhere the soul is same

Listen children
We have loved both of them
They were our relatives
They were our friends

Listen children
Keep it in your brain
Skin doesn't matter
It is our only mortal dress

Listen children
For God's sake pass it on
Pass it on for God's sake

I want to be selfish for once, to get drunk from my needs
and soak on my wants. To get high from My Love and
wrapped up on my life.

I want to be greedy at last, to drown on self love and
asphyxiate on my laughs. To be exhausted from my
joys and depleted from good vibes.

I want to be narrow minded tonight, to feel voiceless
from speaking up and drained for being who I am.

I need to be ego centered and obliterate all my flaws,
to eliminate all the stares and feel I'm above them all.
It's time to be selfish and begin to live for me, they all
have their lives on play while mine's stuck on repeat.

What I'm feeling is quite the cliche
But with so many stars out, what else can one say
I know one of them is you, but which
I'll count and search for you until my good eye starts to twitch
Search for you until I am quintessence of jealous
You are the one hanging with the lunar beauty that makes me zealous
With promises to keep, I shouldn't be joining you anytime soon
Until I can reach you both on my own, grant me your boon

The world doesn't feel real
Like a million of us could fit in a measuring cup
So make something good,
Something sweet.
All the odds and ends adding up to something,
Something that could be beautiful when it ends.
Even though I feel so lost,
I know I have it all together.
Little pieces like a puzzle,
I just can't figure out where they belong.
The wisdom will come to me,
I know it.
Through a cloud, the universe or age.
It'll all be alright.
Someone kiss me through the night.
While I hold a few bottles of wine in my young hands.
Someone hold me till I can think straight,
Someone hold me until I am whole.
I'm finally a real person,
I'm finally alive.

I don't know why I
Have this constant itch to express myself
When actually I'm unaware of
What exactly it is that
I want to *say