So ready to be done.
Everybody is always talking, never stopping to ask you how things are going.
Always rushing past
head down with hands in pockets.
Your mind is on the list of of books checked out by Society,
never to be returned.
Like pawns in the game of LIFE
only to be manipulated into believing the shit that is broadcasted
Filling up with lies of all shapes and sizes.
Don't get too thin, but fat isn't ok either.
Little boy, be a man, but don't take it too far.
Nobody wants a cocky little fucker.
Drugs are alright, but don't overdo it.
We don't want you to become a druggie only to waste your life away, giving up your potential.
That's what "they" want.
Don't be lazy but ... hold on ... nobody likes an overachiever.
There's no grey.
Only black and white
at opposite ends of the world.
North and South pulling you apart with their magnetic fields.
Society has doomed us all.
Trapped us in a cage then demands for us to get out.
We are Jack-in-the-boxes with broken springs,
cogs and wheels on the clock stopped turning.
The gears refuse to turn from reverse to drive
us into the future.
We don't like change,
but MY one job would be to change that.
So little girls like me
can believe they're pretty as they watch tv.
That no number can define them because it's not a race to gain or lose.
It's a race to embrace what you've got before it's gone
with the wind.
Ana and Mia,
You are loved beyond your years and weight.
No number can amount to what you're worth.
The inside is what counts.
It might be a cliche, but one day
you'll realize that it was true.
And you young girl will pass the baton
so others can keep on keepin' on.
Believing beauty into all things.
Embracing the ugly and shunning negativity.
My job is to be able to tell all girls that they are equal
how tall or how small their breasts are.
Let yourself out,
leave your body behind and let yourself soar