Some people call it Karma.

You cut me out in little stars
and place me in the sky.
I lose my sense of time

You know me
How troubled I can be
but through your kaleidoscope
I let go.

'Cus you show me
the world as it could be
through your kaleidoscope
it's beautiful


A tingle travels up my spine
a cluster of colors and twine
as we melt into wine

You know me
How troubled I can be
but through your kaleidoscope
I let go

'Cus you show me
the world as it could be
through your kaleidoscope
it's beautiful

I'm not a very good person with words.
And to think I wanna become a Lawyer.


I'm Sorry.........