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where is my uniform i know i don't fit in i'm not wrapped in plastic and i can't be paper thin they told me what to say, gave me what to wear taught me their colloquialism but i don't even hear if i search a little harder if i pray if i stay a little longer will i find you i'll never be the one to shadow fashion queens i can't be perfect, whatever perfect means how could i get so blase, drop my guard, relax how could i be so see through and let them see all that hold still while i attach some meaning don't move while i make it real isolation only makes it harder this thing has lost it's feel From Letras Mania