You can't say that I'm perfect when the world is flat
We may like to think normally but I don't think like that
Life is what you make of it so let's all get our brushes out
And paint this plain canvas so that in the end we can sit back without doubt
The end is near is what they preach on the streets
The end was in the beginning when we discovered that the world bleeds
I have one thing to say but I'll keep it to myself because you lost your ambition long ago
Your life echoes through your mind and calls mine to help you let go
I'll gladly take your hand and run with you but I won't let you stop
Isn't it strange how we used to be so perfect but now we're not
The world is an ego maniac on diet pills
The rest of it is either living plainly or getting ill
My eyes are brown not blue but the fact still stays the same, I miss you
Reasons surround my head to call or run to your door and kiss you
The colours in my world have changed since you gave up hope
Now I see that life is meant to make you happy and not make you choke
So I have something to ask you and you might find me deranged
But don't you ever sit and back think 'isn't it strange?'...
