They all say I can't be the me I've always wanted to be,
‘Watch what you say’ ‘you can't wear that’ ‘you can't be free’
Those voices drown out my own personality, I've turned mute
Seeking that sweet pool of peace seems an improbable pursuit

Lying in wait, a clone standing in life’s line, wanting to be unique,
don't want to be placed in a mainstream clique, my search looks bleak
Having to hide amongst the shadows with my own goals and dreams
‘You’ll never make it in that big ol’ world’, but what if I have the means!

Inspiration stands by, arms out, waiting, all I need to do is toe the line,
Having peeked behind the curtains, I just know...