My interpretation of love
Is to crace something that's so far away...

The way you call me "babe"
and the feelings you inspire...

Through the times of hatred
when others try to break me...

Let me tell you what you had
cuz obviously you can't see...

You didn\'t come running
when i called your name...

I have so many questions
that have no determined answer...

The ugly and weak
blind and confused...

They tried to tell me
that life was a fun place...

The sun the clouds
The wind and the rain...

Right or left
Up or down...

There are different types of joy
From playing with a child filled with laughter...

There are different types of abuse
From drugs, to self inflicted homicide...