Those shoes that you wore and that shirt from the thrift store don't make you anymore
'Cause this scene's so dead and all of these people seem to looking, searching, begging for more
So don't try to be, try to be something you're not
Or you'll turn out just like the rest in this lot
And they'll never come back, never come back for you
And uniqueness is bred where love is evident and love surrounds
And perfect design always screams of something more…and we scream for more
So don't try to be, try to be something you're not
Or you'll turn out just like the rest in this lot
And they'll never come back, never come back for you