Why do we all feel the need to judge?
To be threatened and then not to budge?
It's because were afraid
Hidden behind the rage
Scared to come out and say
Who we are today
Today and forever
We aren't machines
There is no lever
And yet we appear to be hollow
Instead of leading we tend to follow
I will break the pattern
I will not fret
I won't be torn or tattered
I will have no regrets