Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting throught the wind? wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel so paper thin, like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
Do you ever feel already buried deep, six feet under scream, 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.
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine. Just own the night, like the Fourth of July. Cause baby you're a firework. Come on show 'em what your worth, make them go as you shoot across the sky.