There's not much finer than the lines inside the lines, inside the lines Of the crinkles in our wrists and the wrinkles in our thighs Be it a dimple with a smile Or a follicle of buried hair You cannot get much tinier I swear Than the cells that make up all of us And every bit in all of us And although those with more surface area May have a few extra Still no different than anyone else You, I and them are made of microscopic matter
See this is why it shouldn't matter! If someone calls you big or small The world is tiny after all
Sometimes you walk like you haven't a way the world can be so warped on an unexcited day Blood's denser than water and you're skins softer than clay We can not just stay statues, we must move with our attitudes
And sequences dramatic and depressed Can be the reason you're less or better covered/snuggly dressed I guess the wind will commit to making you shiver But whether you should feel the cold some may beg to differ
Individuality, is in you and me, Individuality can't be worn Individuality may be...