I can't belive all this
All I have become
None of this is real
Not even me

Changing like the wind
Impress
Be nice
Do this
Be that
That is what I have done
I have been created
Locked in
Bottled up
All that is real

Let a creation take my place
A generation creation
I've been molded
I've been told
So all I am
Is pieces of what everyone wants
What can I do
What can I say
How can I break the mold
Can I be set free
How do I learn to live
I need to stop this
Manufactured
I'm not real

Changing like the wind
Impress
Be nice
Do this
Be that
That is what I have done
I have been created
Locked in
Bottled up
All that is real

Time to move on
Break the cycle
Claim what once was mine
I'm breaking free today
This ends here
This ends now
Time to feel alive
I won't be created

Won't change like the wind
No need to impress
Won't be nice
Won't do this
I'm not that
Won't be done anymore
I will destroy
Turn the key
Break the bottle
Now I can be real

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