do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting throught the wind, wanting to start again? do you ever feel, feel so paper thin, like a house of cards one blow from caving in? do you ever feel already buried deep, six feet under scream but no one seems to hear a thing? do you know that there's still a chance for you? cause there's a spark in you! You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine, just own the night like the Fourth of July, You don't have to feel like a waste of space, you're original, cannot be replaced, if you only knew what the future holds, after a hurricane comes a rainbow. Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed, so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road, like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow, and when it's time, you'll know ♪