It’s a cruel world
Based on society
Not individuality
That’s what I see

For people who try and make a difference
There is a consequence
I give up that chance
To be seen
And known for my individuality

For this decision
I get little recognition
By the time popularity comes
I’m a has been
No one cares about my individuality

True art is never seen
When the world is only
Big booming bands blastin’
Hot-headed actors castin’
Known only by what is seen
And not what is in between

As time flows by
Easy like the clouds in the sky
Your mind grows wings and fly
Fly because the society pushed you to lose
Your sense of individuality

Why is it so hard for art to play its part
In this society pulled down by poverty
Ruled by the sovereignty of the media
When all it wants to do is be
Known for its individuality