The mold you're supposed to fill
The person you're expected to be
Is it really yourself, or just the image
of someone else, reflected back at you

There's a need to be accepted in this society
You see commercials on TV, ads in magazine
Everywhere you look, everywhere you'll see
Images of conformity

You may see me as different
Well I see you as all the same
Who's the thinnest with the most expensive clothes
perfect hair, and the nicest smile
Well fuck that I have my own style