michael jackson. black or white.  
jag kör: 
  
your self controll makes me feel alone 
i tried confidence, had it for breakfast today 
i lost the perfection, a mess without words 
and as the seasons change i continue to ignore 
the image i project, me without me 
the picture i scanned is borrowed 
after the education you stopped making sense to me 
seems to be its all the same, time and time and time and time again 
Slowly, all that I believed in, turning into a lie 
to aim and miss, my supernatural art 
spending to much time with myself 
trying to explain who i am 
how come its possible 
i wish there was a way 
i feel so invincible 
im the sculpture made of clay