Life is at a still, alarmed yet alone
Everything seems borrowed or loaned
We keep searching for things we miss
We keep making lists of things we need in life
Never asking, \"Do we need this?\"
Never saying, \"Can we donate this?\"
We take a step and fall down
We sometimes accept defeat and move on
People taunt us for giving up, share what they think
But who asked for \'what people think?\'
Do we owe them or do they pay us?
How can their thoughts enslave us?
Why should I listen, why should I follow?
Why should I make their thoughts a cause for sorrow?
They don\'t understand us or our emotions
They make us feel like divided quotients
Away and alone, but we stand above
Ready to take on any challenge, wearing gloves
Their importance is always exaggerated
Me, for one, like to think them dated
\"Hoo-aho see that boy and girl together!\"
\"Hoo see those expensive toys!\"
Don\'t you have somewhere to be?
Don\'t you care how others would feel?
I say to my friends with gloom
Avoid them and their cages of doom
Fight and stand, question and say
Why should we answer you, follow your way?
Why should we live in the life of the past?
Why should we be sad and stand at the last?
We will fight you, we will stand strong
Because you don\'t dictate our life at all
We don\'t care about your impression of us
Because you will not be there, while we succeed, to fuss
We will move past this barrier of \"them\"
We don\'t care for these thoughts of \"them\"