It doesn’t matter how it happened, or why. What matters is it did.

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..

If you always knew the truth, then the world would spin around you — are you dizzy yet?

If there’s something left to lose, then don’t let me wear out my shoes — I’m still walking.