It doesn't matter where we were born
We all fall victim to the scent of a rose
And bleed red by the prick of it's thorn
Convenience out weighs cons and pros
We're all products packaged in clothes
Yearning to be loved as an adored legend
But we live our lives in the clouds of a myth
Authenticity not in style yet we follow a trend
We're so confused in who our loyalty lies with
Our hearts keep beating less than full potential
As our egos trample over dignity and principle
Cocoons ruptured metamorphosis disrupted
These shaking souls can't settle in bodies sold
Our euphoria pawned to the rich and corrupted
Until we realize our worth and break the mold
