101 is You.

So what am I suppose to say?
If I can't speak honestly to you.
What am I suppose to do?
If I can't be close to you.

"Babe, the truth hurts so just accept it."
"Hun, we all got to face the music."
Baby I wouldn't be here if I wanted lies.
Hunny I live to dance to the music.

Maybe I'll just stand here
Waiting
With my arms stretched wide open
So you know you are always welcomed

Into my home, into my heart
Just tell me the truth
Clearly, honestly, real
Because then maybe we can both feel less tense

Because I don't like knowing that this is all I can do for you.

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100 equals me

Just a little bit of color.
Just a touch of grey.
Is this the half full or
the half empty glass next to me?

But where do I fit into this?
Am I adding to the colour
or fading back in the grey?
Where do I stand?

Vibrant.
Radiant.
Can you see her
dancing through the airwaves of the pages?

Dull.
Plain.
A hand waves
above the crowd, but you don't see him?

What's the cost
of your soul
When you aren't colourful
When you aren't plain.

Stand up. Stand out.
Splash some color on life.
Get comfortable.
So you don't invade into personal lives.

A balance on stilts
A balance of scales.
A balance in life and death.
A balance in hues.

Let's paint the city with lights.

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