I see them on the streets, shouting protests, feeling free
Raising signs that speak their minds, fighting words, that
ain’t no crime
They say to break the norms of life, free your soul,
forsake the strife
Be who you want to be…it’s all about nonconformity.
But I don’t understand the cry, I don’t feel free, I don’t know
why
All the crowds that pass me by, reject my words, they call
them lies
They say I am not to believe. Cannot be who I want to be.
They reject me, who I
am, and I just don’t understand.
I don’t want to stand for nothing. So I stand for something,
And they all rise to their feet, shout their objection, victory
complete.
I am not to be free, unless I agree. There’s something to be
said for irony.
Conform to nonconformity.
Welcome to society, we’ll dictate who you are supposed to be
Deviance is wiped away, tossed aside, there’s no escape.
I stand alone, being myself, I’m on my own.
Why can’t I free my soul of strife by keeping all the norms
of life?
Why can’t I just be who I am, by holding firmly to my stand?
I just don’t ever quite fit in; nonconformist crowds are the
new end.
This is the life they press on me. I don’t see how it’s
really free.
Conform to Nonconformity.
SANDRA YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!!!!!!! I have had these exact thoughts and I love that you put them together so nicely!!!! I love this! Love how perfectly you show the irony of it all in this!!
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