Why do I feel the need to fit a mold
'Cause truth be told
As I get old
I find myself ever-changing
Why must I define what I believe
'Cause new facts that I receive
Alter what I conceive
It makes me ever-growing
I cannot say I'm black or blue
'Cause truth be told I'm every hue
It's all too true
That we're forever-thriving
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Why do I feel the need to fit a mold
'Cause truth be told
As I get old
I find myself ever-changing
Why must I define what I believe
'Cause new facts that I receive
Alter what I conceive
It makes me ever-growing
I cannot say I'm black or blue
'Cause truth be told I'm every hue
It's all too true
That we're forever-thriving
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