In a world where society exists
and we’re not supposed to go astray
Where people tell you to be different
but once you are, you’re shooed away
In a world where you are supposed to fit in,
where people are forced to pretend
Standing stiff, making no mistakes,
patching up masks up to no end
But what if we grew tired of wearing all these faces
What if we’ve had enough of all the traces
Of all the white lies, the unencouraged tries,
If our hearts’ on our sleeves, of all places
Why do we find it so hard to act normal
when we only want to be real?
Up to an age, why do people find it insulting
if you’re idealistic still?
In a world where struggle is ever present
Is it really naive to dream?
For a kinder world, yet more real
Is it really better to be mainstream?
In a world where hardship is normalized
Is it really a mistake to revolt?
Are we really supposed to stay subservient
instead of fighting for the world that we hope?
Zee Ro 