Conformity
| There is a thing inside of me that wants me to hide, Not be free. Conform. Conform. Become one of the mass And somehow I have But deep inside there’s a scream… Free, free, Let me be free, I don’t want to sit in your boxes, while you judge and decree how we all should be Let me be me Let me be me. |
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