If the soul is who we are
But surroundings shape are lifes this far
Then are we really what we're meant to be?
Or stuck in some other destiny
Brought into life in a bad situation
Molded by the rules of whatever nation
Judged by others to be normal
Even when they say its cool to not be conformal
Living your whole life confused
Cause you thought you could choose
In the end its yourself you'll lose
We really can't do what we desire
What burns on the inside, we lose that fire
