They say no two snowflakes are alike,
White powder whirling to the ground.
They say no fingerprints are the same,
Contours swirling round and round.
Maybe I'm just like a snowflake,
By myself, I'll float and fly
Everyone these days is so generic
We don't see eye to eye.
Fake, duplicated personalities
Found in every place
So phony, not complex
With every powdered face.
Hiding behind thick eyelashes
Or perfectly flattened hair
All my comrade possibilities
Seem too shallow to care.
First world problems plague their minds
Like "What should I wear today?"
Crushes, silly drama
Are all they have to say.
Why can't there be more people
Who are interesting and kind?
Is there someone out there
With more than nothingness on their mind?
Some people think that we're best friends
But for that, I have one demand:
All I ever wanted
Was someone to understand.
