Breaking the mold...
I'm falling apart
in a place with no start
am I here?
or am I gone?
I'm losing myself
and there's nobody else
to tell me I'm right
or I'm wrong
somehow
someway
I'm gonna break this mold I'm in
I'm gonna break this mold
I'm tired of all this superstition
of how I'll never be good enough
I'm breaking this mold
breaking this mold
How dare you compare
to the rest of the world
of who I am
and what I can do?
you think I'm like clay
and with my soul you play
putting my heart in a cast that's not mine
only to hide the lies that you hate me
You say you want to see the real me
but I know you'll only want it caged
what is the point of doing such a thing
what is the worth of my soul?
To the rest of the world I'm breaking the mold
Because the mold only keeps me down
I'm tired of being formed to what I'm not
so I'm breaking the mold
I'm breaking what's bold
in the stories untold
to forge them to something more
to freedom I'm taking hold.
who are you to tell me I'm wrong
and who are you to tell me who I am
just what are you getting at
and what is your point?
your rules hold no godsent power over me
and you can't handle my reigns
you put me in a mold
well, I just broke it.
I'm falling apart
in a place with no start
am I here?
or am I gone?
I'm losing myself
and there's nobody else
to tell me I'm right
or I'm wrong
somehow
someway
I'm gonna break this mold I'm in
I'm gonna break this mold
I'm tired of all this superstition
of how I'll never be good enough
I'm breaking this mold
breaking this mold
How dare you compare
to the rest of the world
of who I am
and what I can do?
you think I'm like clay
and with my soul you play
putting my heart in a cast that's not mine
only to hide the lies that you hate me
You say you want to see the real me
but I know you'll only want it caged
what is the point of doing such a thing
what is the worth of my soul?
To the rest of the world I'm breaking the mold
Because the mold only keeps me down
I'm tired of being formed to what I'm not
so I'm breaking the mold
I'm breaking what's bold
in the stories untold
to forge them to something more
to freedom I'm taking hold.
who are you to tell me I'm wrong
and who are you to tell me who I am
just what are you getting at
and what is your point?
your rules hold no godsent power over me
and you can't handle my reigns
you put me in a mold
well, I just broke it.
