if you asked me why i dress the way i dress
i’d say because thats whats in
if you asked me why i wore my hair that way
i’d say because its how all the girls wear it

if you asked me why i act the way i act
and talk the way i talk
and hold my self the way i do
i’d say because thats how i am

i dont want to follow the crowd
i hate that i like the same clothes as everyone
and the same hair style as everyone
it drives me insane

sometimes i feel like a clone

a clone of everything i dont want to be
why do i want to look like someone else
not myself
why do i constantly feel like i’m being dragged into a different world
other than mine

not my own, i have my world i love it
its mine inside of me
its in my heart, everything i do and say
comes from my heart

why would i want to look like people
who dont live in that world
why would i want to sound and have feelings
that don’t come from that world

why?
peer pressure i guess
but is it really? is it really pressure?
to dress and look like i do

am i really being pressured to wear the clothes i wear
i dont know, maybe, maybe not
what do you think?
my friends sometimes surprise me
even people in my youth group

we go to church
yay i love Jesus, ya whoop whoop
then *BAM* reality striking hard
go out into the world

suddenly after you take one step
out the door of that church
its like you are not in your world
everything turns

it’s dark. like you can’t see where your stepping
or what is in front of you
not able to look at your choices anymore
people change when you go from light to dark

you have to adapt
we adapt fast
we adapt to the dark cold world
we adapt to the people surrounding us

sometimes i feel like we are monkeys, ya know
monkey see monkey do
only this includes monkey hear, monkey say

scene: my friends and other people
non-christians around in a circle talking
oops, someone said a word now its like dominos
everyone is saying it because
the one person did is that person cooler than me

scene: me sitting with my christian friends
on a couch drinking my soda
are they cooler than me?
maybe because of one word, who knows?

if you asked me why we do those things
i wouldn’t have the answer
i pray though, every night for people to form some kind of brain
and some kind of world that is their own

i know what my world looks like
it looks like neverland
it looks amazing and its in my heart
neverland