Butwhy It makes no sense. Skinny jeans. Bleach blonde hair. A piercing here and there. Fake tattoos, not long they're real. Chosen clothes for look or feel. You try so hard just to fit it. All just to be one more twin. Will you ever really win? Thrown in now amongst a crowd, no more self secure- if you're still scared now tell me please, just where was the allure? What's wrong with standing out? Didn't you like when you could shout? Tell me please why walk away... From the freedom that you yearn...