Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
drifting through 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?
6 feet under screams 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
Come on, let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"
You don't have to feel like a waste of space
You're original, cannot be replaced.