| Spent half of my life in denial
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| Was an ongoing trial
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| Already, for better or worse
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| Left in the hands of a jury
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| On the other side, oh I would go
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| I never understood this on me
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| I didn’t ask to look the way that I do
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| Did all this bullying derive from envy?
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| Was I guilty of it too?
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| I wasn’t dark enough to hang with those girls
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| But I wasn’t white enough to be red and blue
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| Ooh, stuck in-between me, myself and I, forced to face the truth
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| Spent half of my life in denial
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| Was an ongoing trial
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| Already, for better or worse
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| Left in the hands of a jury
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| On the other side, oh I would go
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| Got old enough to know my beauty
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| Brought me to places I could only imagine
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| And I learnt it all don’t come duty-free
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| Never fall on entrapment
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| And as much as I wish it was different
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| 'Cause it taught me how to pay attention, what a price to pay
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| Spent half of my life in denial
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| Was an ongoing trial
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| Already, for better or worse
|
| Left in the hands of a jury
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| On the other side, oh I would go
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| Spent half of my life in denial…
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| Left in the hands of a jury…
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| It’s a blessing and a curse |