Never been inspired much
Never believed in bad luck
Even though bad things is such a rush
Things are better seen through a looking glass
People miss out on too much
Im not looking for love
Im looking for a class
For love to find me
And soon you will see
Me running from my fears
And soon you too will fear
All of my tears
Will soon add up
And my voice will be strong
As you get upset and break all the cups
In the kitchen you too will realize this is wrong
Just like that
Everything will be ok
Or should I say
Everything shud be ok
Going on the highway, but any way
Just like that
Meh and him will be gone
Because we’re strong
Like that.