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They Tell Us To Be Ourselves

They tell us to be ourselves
Then tell us who to be
So they have something to put on the shelves
So what the hell do they mean?
 
Cross my heart
Hope to die
They’re tearing us apart
So is this goodbye?
 
They tell us not to be afraid
Then tell us we’re wrong
So they can crash all our parades
So where do we belong?
 
We don’t conform
To their norm
We hide in our rooms
Awaiting our doom
 
And they ask us
“Why do you hide from us?”
When the answers are right there
Because we have everything to fear

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