Any time I want to look at you
I have to open the album of photos here.
It ALWAYS makes me feeling blue
Cause my feelings can’t be shared.
Damn, I’m not talking about butterflies stuff
Because it’s a deep deep “love”.
Of course, the black becomes white
Sun starts shining at night….
And what do we need?
To get our stomachs feed?
So it’s better to forget about the life you have
And start living the one without dove.
Yes, we all have our choices
But we shouldn’t forget these voices
Whose are calling through the night
And making us seeing bright.
It’s not the matter of glasses!!!
Blind people even drive taxes…
The most important here is
That making choices isn’t fizz.
It’s not your fault
That I like watching Bolt…
But it’s not your life
If you watch it ‘cause I like…
I love you too.
That’s why I’m feeling blue.
But it really doesn’t mean
That my blue can’t be green.