Society says to be yourself
But only if it fits their standards.
You can dream and have your opinions
As long as they're shaped to their views.
They'll bully you for being happy
Then wonder why you cry.
They say to love yourself
But just not too much or they'll tear you down.
They push you to depression
Then wonder why you hurt yourself.
They'll hate you.
But when you die they'll cry
They never saw the signs.
They say to follow your heart
But where do I go?
If it pulls me on every direction?
And the worst part about this all
Is not knowing if I want to recover.
Because the sadness has become a blanket
Completely turning me numb.
One more rule for society
Now that you're here
There's no way out.
SOME IS MY ORIGINAL BUT SOME IS NOT *** means mine
