Sitting alone in my room and trying to think
trying to solve that puzzle which is called life,
My existence is not really clear
I dont know who is that one who is called me...

I'm sitting blank
From outside I am color but from inside i am black
I am not defined,
every split second I am chanching my mind


One moment of happines
the next one is for pain.
Through time i am changing to something that I'm not
From a blank mind to a mind full of thoughts

I can stare hours at the clouds just thinking
I wonder if I supose to be someone that i'm not
My freinds think of me in one way but I've changed right
under their nose

What is right? What is wrong?
Who am I? What will I'll be?
What do I like, and who are my friends?
when do i open, and when i put fence?

I'm sitting blank
From outside I am color but from inside i am black
I am not defined,
every split second I am chanching my mind