When you look at me with hate,
you’re looking at me with dead and empty eyes.
So every time you open your mind to speak
you’re burying yourself deeper with anger.
Because you can’t accept the fact
that I’m more than the color on my skin.
When you look at me with hate,
you’re looking at me with dead and empty eyes.
So every time you open your mind to speak
you’re burying yourself deeper with anger.
Because you can’t accept the fact
that I’m more than the color on my skin.