There was a cloud on the sky
On the blue sky
Which could've matched my eyes
Only if my eyes were blue

And there was a beam of sunlight
Of the warm golden sunlight
Which could've matched my hair
Only if my hair was blonde

And there was a boy with me
He was a friend of mine
And we were lying on the ground
On the cold ground in the grass
Which could've matched my hair
Only if I dyed it green

And I was lying next to him
In the most innocent way
And he was talking about this girl
The girl who loved him more than anything
And he would like her back
Only if her hair was blonde
And her eyes blue

And there was a bird on the tree
On the tree upon our heads
There was a bird teaching his babies how to fly
It was cute and everything
But all I could think about
When I looked at those birds
Was how lucky they are looking all the same
Because they don't have to listen to their friend
Breaking a heart of a nice and kind girl
Just because her eyes
Didn't match the skies

I've always wondered why does everyone has a type. And why doesn't everyone look the same. And the only reason I can come up with is to make our lives more difficult, confusing and disapponting. But at the same time, I kind of think it's fun not to know if you're gonna be liked for your looks. At least for me. It helped me to find my own style, because although my eyes don't match the skies, they match ny soul and if they don't like it then I don't care. I can't really change who I am. And, unluckily, I can't change my eye color either.