My hair was long and shiny.. you said you can't believe…
how could i walk out that door, or walk along the streets…
you told me i should, you know, do some bing bang curly wirly afro thing..
i took your word and did… looked in my mirror, "who's that freak?"
Why does the world deceive?
Why do I make believe?
took my heel and made Achilles out of me…
still i would want to be
Someone who'd answer to me.
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel-never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.
The vase beside my bed, it's empty beside my bed, it's empty-almost dead.
It's for all the flowers I'm gonna give you," he said,
and now it's collecting dust instead
Why does the world deceive?
Why do I make believe?
took my heel and made Achilles out of me…
still i would want to be
Someone who'd answer to me:
Sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel-never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.
