Words are personalities
Each having its own spirit
The world gives us freewill
For which we want to be
For those of us who live within it
What picture do we paint
For the world  For the world to see

You're in mine and I am in your eyes
Open books for each of us to read
The Gavel is in your hand for you to judge
A world goes on in us

Suspicious look a gentle glace
Inside myself I can't decide
You fill the cracks of my skin
With truth and lies
We're all good and bad
If we travel far enough
I'll find a clue
Are we meant to be