Atlas Losing Grip Nothing Has Changed
I chose to look like this because it fits the way
I feel. But it's not a reason for you to judge me. I am
So tired of ideals telling us how to be and how to act.
I feel angry and I feel deceived, still nothing's changed
Around me. And it probably never will. Everyone of us
Has different lives and different stories, I feel contented
With mine 'cause this is who I am. Get to know me before
You say that I've done something wrong. Say it to
My face if I offended you in some way or simply accept
That we all are different. I look the way I do because it
Fits the way I feel inside, I'm disappointed in the world
But still a decent guy.
