I guess this is who I am.
I'll keep my life in my own hands.
'Cause who am I to right your wrong,
With all you've said, and all I've done.
Even the bluest skies,
Become the blackest nights,
For the reddest hearts,
Sometimes, sometimes...
But what makes you think
You can have it all?
When you set me up,
Just so I would fall.
I cannot fade into this grey anymore;
While all of these colours unfold.