Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin like a house of cards, one blow from caving in? Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing? Do you know that there's still a chance for you 'cause there's a spark in you?
'Cause baby, you're a firework, come on, show 'em what you're worth. Make 'em go as you shoot across the sky. Baby, you're a firework, come on, let your colors burst, make 'em go, you're gonna leave 'em falling down.
You don't have to feel like a waste of space, you're original, cannot be replaced. If you only knew what the future holds after a hurricane comes a rainbow. Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed, so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road, like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow and when it's time, you'll know. Even brighter than the moon, it's always been inside of and now it's time to let it through.