In every Me there’s You
I don’t feel like I was born sick
just because you try to tell me I don’t fit in
who do you think you are? Is it really you that claims to be right someone who denies that change is a right?
let’s have a talk about your fears and thoughts
don’t you believe we can make them leave, we make them void
so let’s have a walk and make some room for new thoughts
cause hatred is just the wrong way – it seems odd to me – it feels odd to me
Let me go maybe you will find me in Mexico
for sure somewhere else but while you’re looking on
While you spend your days in search
I hope you will realize that in every me, in every me there’s you
is it your mind or is it your heart? Is it fear or is it love?
does it matter if it’s black or white? Why do you need ideals to decide?
call me anything you like naive or even blind
your mindset’s heavy on my shoulders as long as you keep hatred on your mind