Someone

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.