Reason

Got these senses for a reason, I love the smell of seasons changing

At the vanity painting my face with, magic markers take me to higher places

Taking time to nurture my energy, changing who I am fundamentally

Participation in conception of my story, story

It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling

You think shooting stars know where they land

Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it

You think shooting stars know where they land

All that is gold, does not glitter

Yeah, it ain't up to me

Yeah, it ain't up to me

Yeah yeah

Got these senses for a reason, I love the smell of seasons changing

At the vanity paint my face with, magic markers take me to higher places

Taking time to nurture my energy, changing who I am fundamentally

Participation in conception of my story, story

It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling

You think shooting stars know where they land

Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it

You think shooting stars know where they land

All that is gold, does not glitter

Yeah, it ain't up to me

Yeah, it ain't up to me

Yeah, yeah

Oh, that is gold, does not glitter

Heart closed off, that's why you're so bitter

It ain't up to me, tell me what you're feeling

You think shooting stars know where they land

Turning up the heat, show me how you feel it

You think shooting stars know where they land

All that is gold, does not glitter

Yeah, it ain't up to me

Yeah, it ain't up to me

Yeah, yeah