Gold Within

Sitting on the roof Feeling bulletproof Counting stars and clowns Feeling upset and dazed Leaving underground Getting heart attack Puzzled by all expectations and molds Why should I cry coz' of this world I got my mind and my illussions Why am I supposed to be that Kind of a girl Sliced in my inside Swept away by lust Waiting for tonight Whether I get my lullaby For sure I've lost all track of time Yeah that's right I'm not on guard Why should I cry coz' of this world I got my mind and my illusions Why am I supposed to be that Kind of a girl I need to be polite But I'm just not that kind Why should I cry coz' of this world I got my mind and my illusions Why am I supposed to be that Kind of a girl