Behind These Walls
It’s like livin’ in a hall of mirror.
Trapped by the reflection of what others want you to be.
What your expected to be.
Look at her; she has blonde hair and blue eyes.
She wears Abercrombie
She’s a prep.
She’s a bitch.
Oh, she’s a freak
She where’s black, never speak.
Blue hair; are you serious?
That bitch has gotta’ be delirious.
Never right, constantly wrong.
It’s always the same damn song.
Trapped in a society that’s prone to conformity.
They live in a life that’s not even close to reality.
They say go with the flow, but damn that currents’ ruff.
But you’re told to suck it up; that you have to be tough.
Never show your true feelings.
Don’t be yourself.
Black and white.
Right and wrong.
Like I said, it’s always the same damn song.
You finally stand up, only to get shoved back down.
They look at you; “Stay the fuck on the ground.”
Black and white.
Right and Wrong.
It’s always the same damn song.
Trapped by the reflection of what others want you to be.
What your expected to be.
Look at her; she has blonde hair and blue eyes.
She wears Abercrombie
She’s a prep.
She’s a bitch.
Oh, she’s a freak
She where’s black, never speak.
Blue hair; are you serious?
That bitch has gotta’ be delirious.
Never right, constantly wrong.
It’s always the same damn song.
Trapped in a society that’s prone to conformity.
They live in a life that’s not even close to reality.
They say go with the flow, but damn that currents’ ruff.
But you’re told to suck it up; that you have to be tough.
Never show your true feelings.
Don’t be yourself.
Black and white.
Right and wrong.
Like I said, it’s always the same damn song.
You finally stand up, only to get shoved back down.
They look at you; “Stay the fuck on the ground.”
Black and white.
Right and Wrong.
It’s always the same damn song.