I cannot breathe, for each breath pierces into my soul.
Dress me up. Just like one of your dolls. Make my bra a push-up. Put my photo on the walls.
But my soul is stuck. And here I am. Not all dreams live. But this one must.
No light seems to enter. Darkness is all that's found.
Follow your fate to the end I pray it brings you to my grave
And when the sun shines no more We shall make our own light
The majestic in the madness The being of all mankind
It seems to be a universal theme to tear one another down when they do not meet our idea of what perfection is
Why do we not grasp the dream? Why do we fear it so much? Why do we let the unknown control us?