If I could find myself a key. To free myself from eyes on me. Follow every kinda way I go.

Watch the display on my phone. The court of youth, I'm not alone. Every move I make is judged for sure.

Feels like I'm waiting for mistakes. All the smalls already made. So many highs and rollercoaster lows.

Unwritten list of what to do. What to wear and how to move. About my sizes and the kinda shoes.

I'd thrown on jeans, don't mind the size. Walk out the door, not wanna cry. Seeking shelter like so long ago.

We're not obliged to be best friends. I'll pay attention what I'll send. I'd wish the codes and guidelines to let go.

We're slaves of social rules. Chained to leash, to be cool. Swim with sharks in shallow pools.

Do I need lots of friends to not get lost. Paint my face, be turned and tossed. I'll be burning every bridge I crossed.

We're slaves of social rules. Chained to leash, to be cool. Swim with sharks in shallow pools.