Everyone is the same
Stuck in a cycle that never ends
Myspace is now who you are
rather than living your dreams
i can't bare that everyone is the same
i'm trying to be different
but my finger is stuck in the web
the reality of it all is that we are all dumb fucks
who can't help but copy everyone else
why though?
is it the hair?
is it the clothes? the make-up? the little cute stuffed animals and cartoons?
i'm going insane thinking of this shit
i'm dieing to be different
pull my finger from the web of unindividuality
and become my psychedelic dream
filled with neon colors
music that gives you chills up and down your spine
lonely streets where you find your soulmate
friends that you can't leave
parties filled with lights, music, and drugs
the unrealistic reality of my dreams
wake me up from this nightmare that i call my life
what is individuality if all we are is human