It's getting harder to put our differences aside. You may think it is but I'm telling you it's not just my pride. You want your thousand shades of grey, I want my black and white. Most the time I can't even bare to have you in my sight.
You're confused, though you claim to be enlightened. I don't fit your system and that makes you frightened. I won't get in this mold you made for me and for that I'm hated, I have passions and dreams and you prefer me jaded.
I want to get away from you, but I'm afraid you're a part of me, and I'm a part of you. You're so infatuated with labels that you put a scar on me and a scar on you. Let's put it all on the table, this has gone too far, and you know it's true.
Honestly, it's not me, it's you... Society, I want to break up with you.