When you forgive, you in no way change the past—but you sure do change the future.
Why don’t you like me, why don’t you like me without making me try?...
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky, I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more..
All your weight, it falls on me.. it brings me down.
Promises you break you still believe.
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