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You are completely against ignoring your old morals, or breaking your own rules.
I'm not quite sure of how you live in such a life.
Surrounded by only your definitions.
Forced onto you, by you.
Your strict interpretation of the world makes people cringe,
And think less of themselves.
How can you, shake your head at their mistakes?
If you, you surrounded by such numb, plain perfection, don't know what one is?
You are right, but they are not wrong.
You don't understand life, although noone does.
You have all your pretty little lives stalked up on pretty clean little shelves.
With fireflies locked in jars,
Used for your genetic experiments.
You have talent, real talent.
You have power, real power.
And you decided to throw it all away, because of your fear.
You fear the world will figure it out, before you will.
And hold it against you.
Let it, let it figure you out, and tear you apart, and make you cry.
For only in pain, surrounded by thorough examinations by stupid people,
in laughter ringing through your ears,
in phony books and torn asphalt,
will you find yourself.
Yourself will show up suddenly, unexpectedly.
When you lost all hope.
It will come then, because hope, hope is the definition of inner strength.
It will come then, and you will look at yourself,
And be happy.

Description
You are completely against ignoring your old morals, or breaking your own rules.
I'm not quite sure of how you live in such a life.
Surrounded by only your definitions.
Forced onto you, by you.
Your strict interpretation of the world makes people cringe,
And think less of themselves.
How can you, shake your head at their mistakes?
If you, you surrounded by such numb, plain perfection, don't know what one is?
You are right, but they are not wrong.
You don't understand life, although noone does.
You have all your pretty little lives stalked up on pretty clean little shelves.
With fireflies locked in jars,
Used for your genetic experiments.
You have talent, real talent.
You have power, real power.
And you decided to throw it all away, because of your fear.
You fear the world will figure it out, before you will.
And hold it against you.
Let it, let it figure you out, and tear you apart, and make you cry.
For only in pain, surrounded by thorough examinations by stupid people,
in laughter ringing through your ears,
in phony books and torn asphalt,
will you find yourself.
Yourself will show up suddenly, unexpectedly.
When you lost all hope.
It will come then, because hope, hope is the definition of inner strength.
It will come then, and you will look at yourself,
And be happy.