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A SOS From The Forgotten

everyone is looking for identity
falling into trends
spitting out a good game
and here I am
on the outside looking in
not young enough, not old enough
not hurt enough
guess not everyone is so talented

little boxes, little boxes,
little boxes, all the same

I've seen shit not worth telling
so I roll my eyes at these drama queens
hey, who am I to judge?
do you, but don't do me
just seems everyone's a victim
everyone has to have something wrong
and it may seem harmless enough
but it gives a bad image to real hardship

little boxes, little boxes,
little boxes, all the same

I'm all for getting help
just seems some people prefer being broken
yeah I got a million problems too
nothing I can't handle on my own
so I do me
the perfect mess I'll always be
telling stories to myself
because no one else will listen