The soul starts off pure and humble,
unscathed from the thoughts of man.
But then we grow up and we begin to mold,
trying anything just to fit the plan.

But why must i be in a box
when i know i'm undefinable?
It scares people not to label me
they feel vulnerable and viable.

I'm not a punk i'm not a ****
i'm not anything that i do.
The only thing i really am
is undefinable to you.

And if that really scares you
and you have to label me,
then please choose not to focus on
that which doesn't define me.

I'm not the clubs i do
or even the music i choose to hear,
i'm not the guy i hooked up with last night
or the movie that brings me to tears.

What i am is much more deeper than that.
Its what i choose between whats right and wrong,
and maybe the special lyrics i like
from my very favorite song.

We're all a bunch of different things,
and experiences, and pain.
But to try to box us into categories
just seems downright insane.

i really just don't understand,
does it scare you i'm not like the rest?
not a sorority girl
not a hipster
not an activist at a protest.

one thing i will protest though
is smooshing me into a box.
because i really won't fit anywhere
i'm eternally, utterly lost.

but not the kind of lost you get
when you have somewhere to go
i'm the kind of lost thats wander
and i'm not really lost at all.

Why do I feel the need to fit a mold
'Cause truth be told
As I get old
I find myself ever-changing

Why must I define what I believe
'Cause new facts that I receive
Alter what I conceive
It makes me ever-growing

I cannot say I'm black or blue
'Cause truth be told I'm every hue
It's all too true
That we're forever-thriving

I think getting hurt
makes us cold
and hard to get.

I never liked that.

Do you think
if maybe
I stopped trying to follow
all of these rules

that I would actually get somewhere?

                                        Find someone?