I cannot live up to your expectations
I have found out who i am
And i don't belong to you now
The quiet artist
Always the wallflower
Blending into the background
Because i am not like them
They're too superficial
I'm trying to find my soul
All they care about is Revlon
And who made the grade
I won't be part of it
You do not understand it?
You're so much less mature
But mature in your ways
So maybe i'll end it,
That pills in this bottle,
That glass on the counter
My dreams are a swallow away
its time for me to say goodbye, chiq sinks into depression
