There you are, screaming
In a world with a different mother tongue
Looking for a home abroad
Thinking it's not the world but it's you
Who's deeply flawed
So throw your stones
I will keep up my guard
I was born with this voice
I was born with this heart
I am a revolving door
People pass me by
And push me away
A picture of yourself
Painted by somebody else
I won't soak in all the colours
That will only make me drown
I'm just trying to live a life
Worth breathing
So throw your stones
I will keep up my guard
I was born with this voice
I was born with this heart
A picture of yourself
Painted by somebody else
I won't soak in all the colours
That will only make me drown
We're just part of a story
And stories need to be told