Controlled by the desire to fit in and be liked
We're designed to go hide, not stand up and fight
Fake money, fake hair, fake smiles, fake lives
Controlled by the pattern of wake up and die.
Dreams and goals get left far behind
When we travel outdoors to try and find
The person we think we were raised to be
When really that person is you and me.
Controlled by the media and flash photography
Told we're useless, worthless and of no need.
Wear this, say that, be here at 3:00
Controlled, and no idea who we really see
When a mirror is set up in front of your face
Your body located in an unfamiliar place
Memories and dreams vanished without a trace
Controlled and left without saving grace.
Fit in, be liked, on your own accord
Life is too short to try and afford
What he says or she says is the norm
Controlled no longer by the human storm.
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