Knock Yourself Out

There is nothing out there
No magic cure to mend
From a surrogate friend
Because people will try to mangle
Up your beautiful ways
To make you more like them
If you let them
Their remorse may never show
So there’s no need to ever know
All the things they may have said about you
And just let them reap what they sow
I think that maybe I’d go crazy
Stuck in your privileged shoes
And your luxury cell
So I’m running
Though the pace is stumbling
Struck like a match to a fuse
I hope things turn out well
‘Cause it’s a hard sell
Because I see you in my class, girl
I see you nearly every day
You should be up on top of all the world
But you decorate your skies in gray
There is nothing worth cutting
Up your mind or body
You’ll get no requiem
Because people will try to mangle
Up your beautiful ways
To make you more like them
So don’t you let them