The System
They say you are who you are
And the world does not make you
You are who you want to be
You are what you're good at
You are you -- and no one else
Bullshit
You parents mold you like clay
The world forces society on you
Where there is only feminine and masculine, girl and boy, straight and gay, good and bad
Your friends impose peer pressure
That destroys you to fit in
Your thoughts are not your own
Your actions are not your own
You mind is never your own
Life is cruel
It lies to you
And pretends that a person is their own
When a person really is the product of a system
That everyone can control -- except themselves