Stuck in a straight jacket
White walls surrounding me
Tunnel vision just wondering
When I lost my mind
When did my family turn against me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Did they sew their own eyes shut?
Or was I never really good enough?
I wish on all the shooting stars
And the magic number combinations
To be everything that everyone expected
I want to be a carbon copy
With no thoughts or needs or personality
Stamp a serial number on my head
And lead an uneventful life until I'm dead
It's past noon open my eyes
Why am I still in this shell?
Trying desperately to shed it
But everyone thinks I'll regret it
I want to be a monarch butterfly
And cocoon for a couple weeks
Safe in my blankets
So far away from the criticism
Don't want to change the world
Or be a martyr
Just wanna be alive
Don't want to go for a permanent swim off the Brooklyn bridge
No, I just wanna survive
The people that love you will do right by you
So you don't have to
Wish on all the shooting stars
And the magic number combinations
To be everything that everyone expects you to be
Cuz I wish on the shooting stars
To identify with my reflection
So my mom can stop mourning me
And find a reason to wake up in the morning