We try so hard just to be accepted
Changing our image to what society wants reflected
Changing our thoughts until they're no longer our own
Doing anything at all so we will never be alone
Surrounding ourselves with anyone we can find
Thinking this will help us shine
Just trying to fit into the crowd
Just trying to make this world proud
Trying anything this world says we should
Living our lives so misunderstood
Just trying to be heard
So into our body a new person is transferred
We spend our whole life looking for some fame
Just trying to make a name
But they will never remember
To this world we are just another number
Just another page in the history book
And they will never give us a second look
We're just left back in their rear
But they won't take a look into their mirror
We're just forgotten with nothing more than a tombstone
We try to so hard, but we will never be known
If we just blend into society
You can't be remembered if you have no identity
If we just try to fit into the status quo
We will be nothing that this world will ever know
The world doesn't remember the ones who followed, rather those who led
Because the ones who followed are nothing more than dead
But he who led the movement lives on
Yet all we want is to just follow along
Just try to morph into those around us
Leaving our old selves out to rust
Too afraid to write our own story
Too afraid to find our own glory
Too afraid to not be loved
So our true identity is gloved
Never allowed to make a peep
And our legend will just be buried six feet deep
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