Some lives form a perfect circle Some take shapes you can't predict If everything seems cut and dried Then you don't know the half of it Some people read like open books Some will take a second glance Some lives have a sense of purpose Some seen ruled by circumstance Some lives form a perfect circle Some take shapes you can't predict If everything seems cut and dried Well, you don't know the half of it Some settle for what they get Some are never satisfied You see things in black and white And all I see is the color of your eyes