I want to be sad, again,
To live with this pain.
I want to look through this crack,
shed a tear,
Dye the clouds to black.

Where is the boy?
That hated the system,
sticked to his belief.
That laughed at fashion victims,
Why am I gone?

I've lost me,
Caved to the rest,
Part of the circle,
They say it's for the best.

How could I let me,
Slowly become,
Part of the system...
similar to everyone.