Fit In - Ursina

Everyone has to fit in somewhere

Everything has to find its place

If not we will have a problem here

That’s why I really have to say something

I don’t really like to be compared

To be thrown with other girls in a suitcase

To be locked away and have nothing more to say

That’s what you really have to face

Oh I hate that every little thing is framed and put in order

And I can’t stand the feeling to have to make it right

All these rules and expectations narrow down my creativity

And I’m afraid to make a fool out of myself

Although I really try not to care too much

About what other people think and might slander about

I often can’t deny that it bothers me

To see that they won’t agree with me

I don’t pretend to be the one to know, oh no

How to make a change and how to let things flow

My mind struggles hard to forget about

The pigeon holes that rule our world

Still I hate that every little thing is framed and put in order

And I can’t stand the feeling to have to make it right