by Taylor Valentine

Created on: April 19, 2008

Find yourself a man
Make sure to settle down
A prototyped perfection
In a quiet town

Shadows keep me hidden
Making all my dreams
Night is but a figure
Who's nothing of what he seems

They tell me to keep running
That my life is right on track
But I don't know what to do
Where is the red carpeted path?

They want me in those boxes
Individuality is amiss
To be a cookie cutter
In an ignorant sea of bliss

I know that I am differnt
Then those pleasent trophy wives
The world is getting narrower
And we're living our own lives

I'm swimming in a paradox
Of what is wrong and wronger
I'm dancing to my own drum
Won't you please stay longer?

This beat is harldy perfect
But the melody just as sweet
Even if I stay lost
I'll keep dancing to this beat

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