A fashion a trend that's what it meant to you
The ideals the thought they never got to you
Search for acceptance, to fit the crowd
To think for yourself is not allowed

Take the easy way, to be accepted
I'll rather be myself and be rejected
I won't sell out to your stupid trends
True to myself until the end

Fashion manners, there not for me
As you are now I'll never be
Mainstream going, changing face
If I'm not like you am I outta place?

I know my convictions and where I stand
I guess I got the upperhand
A phony, a sellout that's what you are
Claim it's hardcore, no it's not by far

What's wrong with thinking for oneself
Instead of trying to fit in like everybody else?