"I" Am Just an Unfinished Painting by Somebody Else
I've always done what others wanted
Always compromising
Always giving in
My mom wants me in college
I'm in
My dad wants me to "have a plan"
I do
My friends want me to plan their event
I will
If somebody wants me to do something
I probably will
I do so much for other people
That I don't know what I want anymore
Because my parents
And frankly society
Think I should I will probably
Loose a lot of weight
Not sure if I'll do it in a healthy way or not
But it'll get done
Start driving
Even though driving a car scares me
I'll still get my license
I want so bad to be independent
To be my own person
But I don't know how any more
I don't know who I'd be
So much of what I do is for other people
I do things that I think I like
But then I realize there's nothing original about my
I'm just another teen/adult in turmoil
I'm no different from every other 18year old trying to "find themselves"
I'm just another stereo type
And I don't know how to be anything different
I used to think I was me
Meaning I was unique
But now I know I'm everyone
I'm part of the conformity of the lost
I have to find myself but I don't even know where to look
Nothing I have is really mine
Nowhere I go is really home
The reflection in the mirror isn't even me
It can't be "me"
Because "I" don't exist
The mirror is just their reflection
My parents
My peers
Society
The reflection is just a picture they painted
It maybe not be a finished painting
Because it's still not what they deem as good
They aren't done with it yet
It's title was given at the beginning
Now they are just working out the flaws
Making it what they wish the best they can
I try do do things my own way
And that smudges their work
But try as I may
Try as I might
"I" am not a person
"I" am not an individual
"I" am just an unfinished painting by somebody else
Always compromising
Always giving in
My mom wants me in college
I'm in
My dad wants me to "have a plan"
I do
My friends want me to plan their event
I will
If somebody wants me to do something
I probably will
I do so much for other people
That I don't know what I want anymore
Because my parents
And frankly society
Think I should I will probably
Loose a lot of weight
Not sure if I'll do it in a healthy way or not
But it'll get done
Start driving
Even though driving a car scares me
I'll still get my license
I want so bad to be independent
To be my own person
But I don't know how any more
I don't know who I'd be
So much of what I do is for other people
I do things that I think I like
But then I realize there's nothing original about my
I'm just another teen/adult in turmoil
I'm no different from every other 18year old trying to "find themselves"
I'm just another stereo type
And I don't know how to be anything different
I used to think I was me
Meaning I was unique
But now I know I'm everyone
I'm part of the conformity of the lost
I have to find myself but I don't even know where to look
Nothing I have is really mine
Nowhere I go is really home
The reflection in the mirror isn't even me
It can't be "me"
Because "I" don't exist
The mirror is just their reflection
My parents
My peers
Society
The reflection is just a picture they painted
It maybe not be a finished painting
Because it's still not what they deem as good
They aren't done with it yet
It's title was given at the beginning
Now they are just working out the flaws
Making it what they wish the best they can
I try do do things my own way
And that smudges their work
But try as I may
Try as I might
"I" am not a person
"I" am not an individual
"I" am just an unfinished painting by somebody else