You seem to lack a purpose For all that you would choose to be The banter of the crowded The feeding of a fallacy But then this beautiful Has you plagued with doubt (from who you're meant to be and who you live for) And what's ignorance dictates your smiles They dress you like a showroom Exhibit all you've never been Acquire degradation And spent is your virginity But now, you beautiful is you breaking out (from who you're meant to be and who you live for) The simple things clothe you lovely on the out from within What was taken for a flaw is a piece of perfection These stars may fly