I stare through the crowds and think of you,
   Walking through people I realize what you do,
   You spend money you don't have to get stuff you don't need,
   All just to be friends with people you hate,
   Stop being someone you don't want to be,
   Have your own personality,
   What you do.
   I see you over their with your hair just like theirs,
   You talk about the weekend and the party the other day,
   Don't you ever feel like you're just ordinary?
   Nothing special or unique is going your way.
   What you do.
   When you talk to me I never know what to say,
   Your different around other friends then me,
   Are you yourself around them or yourself around me,
   Or is this your conditioned personality?
   What you do.