Most of All

What is love anyway
Is it a symptom or an infliction
Some type of escalation
Will I ever know

What is perfection
Must we always look so fine
You and I are not a ten
In the facial line

Feeling confused
I don't recognize myself
Living in a skin I wasn't born in

But most of all
I can't think of anyone
Who helped me along the way

What is conformity
Living a lie or not living at all
I'm so busy looking back
I forget to be

What is expectation
Dressing up in the latest fashion
Or making someone proud
From the womb

Feeling confused
I don't recognize myself
Living in a skin I wasn't born in

But most of all
I can't think of anyone
Who helped me along the way