in this place
no one has a face
everyhting blends in
and everyone have the same skin
no faces, only labels
titels stuck on their back
and everything is planned
even the facts

if someone decides to stand out
he'll become an outcast
and he'll not last
soon he'll give up
and just stop
because he can never bare
the thought of not belonging somewhere

but what if someone did not stop
and continued to stand out
he will become an outcast
but the difference is he fights to last
h wants to be himself
even if he has to live alone
other people all stacked on a neat shelf
they're alike to the bone
when they see him breaking the mold
they think: ''what if i was that bold''
soon everyone becomes an outcast
because they all accepted the fact
that you dont need a label
to belonge somewhere