Pork

There is nothing I cant tell you that `ll make you understand
Theres no magic,theres no subtance
That `ll tell me what you think.

Have I ever been a subject or an object in your head
Changing colors that will suit you
Changing faces like a clow.

My last change to be coherent,my last day to be naive
My last shot at all my maners
My first day with all my dreams.

You `ll be tender,you `ll get better
You dont see it,give it time
You dont need them,you don`t won`t miss them.
Its is over,you re all mine.

Have I ever been a subject or an object in your head
Changing colors that will suit you
Changing faces like a clow.