my body feels like its floating
just trying to fit in
i didn't turn out popular or skinny
pretty or mean
but i studied
i studied the way people were
which social network had more friends
they all backstab
but i found one i thought i fit in
so i transformed myself to their criteria
but i seemed to fail at it
now i guess you can say i fail at life
im lying to myself
and the world around me
noone knows me
hell, i don't even know me
but if i can't fit in
what more do i have
i don't feel i did anything to deserve this
not when everyone else taught me
i guess all that i do now is accept and move on
i mean really
what choice do i have
i feel this burden on my back
this pressure of social suicide
what does it all mean
to a girl like me
a future of nothing more than an aquaintance
i thought i could do it
but i thought wrong
i thought i could prove myself
but i proved myself wrong
its like a tornado
this world of pressure
its unpredictable and chooses its own course
