The colors I bear are my own
No need to adapt the background
Be proud of yourself, the way you are
Cause you once lost cannot be found
The world always wishes
To paint all in its hues
But the irony of situation is
That world will never be happy with you
So stop customizing your life
Your own style and your own mind
Cause when you’ll look back after the change
You’ll realize you’ve become some weird kind
So better walk your chosen road
With your head held proudly high
Following your own path step by step
With your own handful of sky
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