Do you ever feel like a plastic bag? Drifting throught the wind wanting to start again. Do you ever feel so paper thing like a house of cards? One blow from caving in. Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under, screm but no one seems to heard 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 came on show them what your worth, make them go oh oh oh as you shoot across the sky. Come on let your colors burst make them go oh oh oh, you're gonna leave them falling down down down. You don't have to feel like a waste of space you're original cannot be replaced, if you only knew what the future holds... after a hurricane cames a rainbow. Even brighter than the moon moon moon it's always been inside of you you you and now it's time to let it through.