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