Everyone has to fit in somewhere
Everything has to find its place
If not we will have a problem here
That's why I really have to say something
I don't really like to be compared
To be thrown with other girls in a suitcase
To be locked away and have nothing more to say
That's what you really have to face
Oh I hate that every little thing is framed and put in order
And I can't stand the feeling to have to make it right
All these rules and expectations narrow down my creativity
And I'm afraid to make a fool out of myself
Although I really try not to care too much
About what other people think and might slander about
I often can't deny that it bothers me
To see that they won't agree with me
I don't pretend to be the one to know, oh no
How to make a change and how to let things flow
My mind struggles hard to forget about
The pigeon holes that rule our world
Still I hate that every little thing is framed and put in order
And I can't stand the feeling to have to make it right