I walk down the boulevard of dreams, but all i see is broken dreams, and hopes flushed away by big time producers, and while everyone tries to do whats new, and fit in, they surround me and they all look the same, same hair, same shirt, same type of pants, shoes, glasses, hats, it all hits me, they aren't humans, they are simply mirrors!

Puzzles consist of pieces, light, dark, red, blue, different colors and shapes, and some go together and others just clash, but in the end, they are just puzzle pieces. Humans, white, black, brown, tall, short, thin, thick, but in the end, we are all just humans. We all don't work together, we sometimes clash, and sometimes we don't simply fit in.

My feelings for you, have always been free
My feelings for you, have always been real
after all this time
can't you tell!?