Why? Tell me why?
You don’t call me anymore,
don’t you want me anymore?
Black, it’s all black
it’s the color of my heart
it’s the color of my eyes.
But I’m here, yes, I’m here
everybody seems to mean so much
everybody seems to think I’m fine.
Late, it’s too late…
I am punishing myself
by admitting it’s too late.
Laugh, you may laugh
you can laugh at me for days,
you may spit at me if you want.
Cause I’m here, I’m still here
everybody seems to mean so much
everybody seems to think I’m fine.
Look at me, there were more to see
there were more to be proud of…