sometimes I want to throw up
but nothing ever comes up

I get this horrible feeling
I can't change or make it go away

I hate myself for all my mistakes
the decisions I've made

it hurts to know
it hurts to tell

Shadows do not discriminate
They stay and change
Sometimes they go away
Hide in the darkest nights
And live in the brightest days

If I took your shadow
I could not tell
If you were black or white
Had scars
Tattoos
Or hair that was blue
Our form is more or less the same

If I saw your shadow again
I wonder
Could I tell you apart?