False rebellions
control your actions.
And when you hit the bottom,
guess whose laughin’?
They fathom your mind,
Like you got nothin’ inside
They don’t except you to rise.
You look small from the skies.
If you’re tall, they’ll cut you small
and if you care, they’ll hurt you there.
They’ll push you into depression,
but you can’t see the connection.
You’re lost in side of yourself,
and until you can really rebel
You’ll be labeled and put on a shelf.
All melting into a country of
Pop idolizing
impressionable mirrors.