Open-minded educated

Popular and medicated now

And you still won't make it

Filled with silent indignation

Blind with hopeless expectation now

And you still won't make it



So you're afraid that they will think ill of you

Get a load of me now

And if you're scared they couldn't care less of you

Get over yourself now



It's fame and popularity

I'll never understand

If it feels like this is what you need

You'll never understand



Innocence and innuendo

Confidence and acquiescence now

And you still won't make it

Self-consciousness is not a virtue

Everyone is looking at you now

You may never make it


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