A book reminded me one day
Why it is
I’m wearing black
Why it is why it is
Why it is I’m wearing black
We had a secret when we were young
We were told to tell no one
Where it is where it is
Where it is that we came from
If others knew that we’re still alive
Would not be a nice surprise
Would not be a surprise at all
In fact we should have never been born
The story’s basically the same
Some got a number some got a name
Number’s printed on the skin
And then they ripped off everything
Black’s the night in which I hide
It’s a way to stay outside
Who wants to participate
In a game the players do not want you in
It took some time to find a place
And even longer to feel safe
The job is done and it’s allright
But still I won’t be wearing white