You need things you can't say
You'd prefer to be a rebel every other day
And you can't lie that your heart is bleeding each day you're not free
So you'd chose to break out of a cage
You feel guilty of imperfection
But what's your worst fears
Deep down you wanna say you need space
But you're unsure if it would sound reasonably same
You ask yourself 'how did I turn into a monster within days'
You're tired of keeping that facade until finally it breaks
And you can't say anything to the people who say you've changed
You're acting weird, they say
How do you open the bottle that is your feelings
From where do you start to explain
Accepting yourself is so hard
Cause you feel you shouldn't be comfortable with your changes
You feel you should say that you're imperfect
That you shouldn't be looked at as perfect
That you're trying your very best
But then the monster you feel you've turned into is not one that steals or shoots
Your new image of yourself is of a person who stopped pleasing everyone to find out who your true self should be, who me is in the group that is us
I can't be a follower forever you believe
You would never hurt a fly all the same
You're guilt isn't true. Just be you.
