There you go again, pretending that the world is blue. And you see red when I explain, that I don't share your point of view. Well I say open up your eyes, for the world is like a rainbow. And maybe blue is just the colour of the world inside of you. But that kind of blue world, that's not my world I don't want to paint your pictures, I ain't here to sing your sorrows. Ain't got time to be a hero, I don't want to be your poet. Everybody feel the same pain, everybody doing time. I can't be the one you're needing, I can just be who I am, who I am. We all want a world with a perfect constitution. Believe me, we all want it now, don't want to wait another day. And maybe if this world's to change, it's going to take a revolution. But in the meantime, be my friend, and don't turn your head away For your kind of blue world, that's not my world. I don't want to paint your pictures. (I don't want to write your dreams.) I ain't here to sing your sorrows. (Your blue world is not my scene.) Ain't got time to be a hero. (You can tell me, that's a crime.) I don't want to be your poet. (Crying out your ancient rhyme.) Everybody feel the same pain, everybody doing time. I can't be the one you're needing, I can just be who I am, who I am.