She has lived a wonderful life<br />
She had a great father and also a mother<br />
She wanted to be perfect and have a perfect life<br />
The goal was high but she was prepared to work very hard.<br />
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She used to go to the concerts and she couldn't understand<br />
Why people don't hear the music she does, the words she does<br />
She spent nights in her bed thinking, <br />
She spent nights with her friend talking<br />
Desperate over her life she bought a chocolate box<br />
In hope she would find an answer for her life<br />
So she went to the luna park to cheer herself up<br />
And she bought a very nice yellow baloon<br />
But it flew and it blew up like her perfection, her perfect life<br />
She finally figure it out the world is not just black and white<br />
No one to worship, no one to blame<br />
She's all confused now she even doesn't know her name<br />
Patrischa is her name<br />
She knows now life is not wrong nor wright<br />
But just so that everyone can understand it in his very own way<br />
She is trying to understand and listen<br />
But everythying seems to be so hard<br />
She tinks: maybe I work too hard, maybe I should just let it be<br />
And stop thinking what should it(I) be<br />
She guesses she has to do it by herself<br />
Without anyone to worship or to blame