hoy me toca ser feliz.

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? 6 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. You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine, just own the night like the 4th of July. 'Cause baby you're a firework. Come on, let your colors burst. 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 your 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.