You're having a hard time trying to define yourself Somebody's constantly reminding you of your place You try to move on, but you're told to get back in line You try to keep up, but you just end up behind Someone wrote the book But I don't think they were sure Just who they were and who they are now You're hanging with the wrong crowd I guess, but who decides? You're settled right where you want to be, but are you right? Well, someone wrote the book, But judging by their looks They're not too happy about it now Realize, you're one in a million getting pigeonholed This city's just a village disguised as a metropole Witches getting burnt Villains getting hung With money getting spent