Hiding all the ways you feel the same
To make you feel more superior.
The people that you say are a cancer
Look for acceptance and never question why.
Party, lame clothes, wasting their life away.
Blending in, lost individuality.
Drugged up, can’t feel, say it makes you different, but
All I see is the problem in different clothes.
To what you hate
Without seeing there’s another way to live
Your own way
And still keep
The special things that make you still you.
From a lifestyle into a fashion trend,
Only judged by how you look.
Noticed solely when there’s familiar.
Never venture into new ground.
Open your minds, see there’s others in line to
Bring you back to gain what you’ve lost.
All these things make me question if
What I’m fighting for is gone.