IndividualityDecember 4, 2001 Everything I do and say Each single thing that comes from me The way I look, the way I think My individuality Is pured, untainted, totally free Of outside interruption For this, I say, is the only way To stay free of corruption It makes me sick, each time I see These people that blaze their own trail When actually, they follow the crowd Through storm or windy gale They say what they say, on each single day Just because they will say what they're told They're here and there, and everywhere Those who've conformed to the mold And it gets even worse, so sick and perverse For they try to convert me as well But those who have tried have grudgingly learned I don't want what they have to sell This isn't to say that I never change For not even I am that proud, It just needs be said, that living or dead, I won't take the way of the crowd. Back |