Why should I be what you want me to be
Did you mistake my wants for your general expectations
If I look the other way, it's because I rather fulfill my wishes
Then you ask me, if it's my own reflection that's scared
As though people were my only concern and care
You only see, what you want to see, because that is all you know
If I thought shining meant my circular nonsense immaturity
I would walk out, where my brand new shoes, and smile a fake one
whilst enhancing my tubes.
You say it must be physical
I think your mental
I could fall, rage, and cry
But to try and fit in with you, would be an individual's suicide
