Must this stereotype be defined as something we were born to die with?
All these piling lies that were spoken, never to be heard. We listened.
We are an accessory to defeat, friend of failure.
Leaning towards something our mind doesn't trust, keep yourself up.
Before you fall back to the ground.
You made a fool of yourself,
Crying out for eyes that will only see your blind disguise
Embarass them for being themselves
Jealousy shows through being expelled in your own life
Change with the trend you'll never find yourself
All that you are is a closet full of once worn clothes.
An empty minded person, with no opinion of your own.
Change with the trends, you'll never find yourself.
An empty minded person found on any shelf.