Just don't think about the rest of us. Just them. Them who sat ther all the time. It was black and blue. But then blue turned in to red. Screaming in my head, i've got my thoughts. But it does'nt matter anyhow. Hard to breath when the freedom is gone. Fire in the streets even if the crowd is always there. Blame it on the roses. We're breathing for nothing. It's hard to breath when you're standing on your own. Do you wanna se it? The place where I am free. No one here but me.