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