Somewhere along the line we lost. Individuality paid the cost.
Close enough to inhale the security but as always too far away.
We breed upon culture sickness and we made this rule
Into our own. Silently sedated, our minds fly out the
Windows. Our emotions suffocate. Suppress the essence
Your beautiful independent Friday night dress. Wash away the fear
And insecurity. This substitute kills the freedom and cuts the
Wounds wide open.
A glimpse caught the sense and now you're content in
Slowly fading. The familiar escape. The alternative to
Reminded to die-life support addiction. Watch your love slip
Through your hands.