Besedila: Janus. Maybe It's You.

We?re up till three
Awake until the stars sleep.
Here we go the same parade

Of why can?t you be more like me
But it always ends the same.

Maybe in
your eyes we?re the same.
Maybe in your eyes I should change.
But I?ll never
be the same.
Picture perfect me that you see.

And maybe someday
He?ll seem
so much more like me.
And even though you run instead
Of all those things you
should?ve said
It still always ends the same?

I?m perfect (only in your
eyes)
Just like you (so empty inside)