5

the starry misty sky i look at
sitting in sand, on it moon reflects its light
thinking about the things i regret
was it important if i was perfect?
it was impossible and actually bad
cause i gave up on myself to fit in
but because of that theres hatred within
cause it was not a fair price
so my heart was as cold as ice
i didnt know how to let the emotions in
i thought they'd make me weak or flawed
i thought my identity was something i should hide
so that day i died
and i was just another brick in the wall
shaped by the society
people dont understand that people differ, there is variety...

...of colors

they just want you to be camouflaged
they sacrifice their identities, wildest form of sabotage
everyone is trying to fit in
if everyone is trying to fit in, whose standarts do we actually adaptate?
why do different people get that hate?
if everybody is trying to fit in, how is it society's standarts?
i thought society was something that made us all feel like we belong
if its a standart, majority was supposed to be able to meet those
but how to? what for? no one knows

so i just lay and watch the moon