Black

Sun in your eyes
And heat is in your hair.
They seem to hate you
Because you're there.
And I need a friend.
Oh, I need a friend.
To make me happy
Not standing on my own.

No need to run and hide
It's so wonderful, wonderful life.
No need to laugh and cry
It's so wonderful, wonderful life.

I think my heart must be made of clay,
'cause everyone said it would be broken someday.
And now I've come to that fateful day,
so I sit on the floor
with my head in my hands.

And don't tell me how to make it pay,
I write a new song every day.
I just wish I was made of wood,
I might not feel pain,
even if I should...