We all claim to be different but we're all just the same/
In a culture where people are simple and vain.

We lose our minds for momentary pleasure/
Only to be hit again in greater measure.

Craving attention and lusting for love/
You won't reach the top if you can't step above.

Changing to fit in, we're the cookie cutter mold/
My dears, my darlings, it's getting so old.

Monotonously we make our decisions/
Without thinking or feeling, and making incisions.

The world and it's people would be much more alive/
If we stayed true to ourselves and just took the dive.