Stuck in a straight jacket White walls surrounding me Tunnel vision just wondering When I lost my mind When did my family turn against me? What did I do to deserve this? Did they sew their own eyes shut? Or was I never really good enough? I wish on all the shooting stars And the magic number combinations To be everything that everyone expected I want to be a carbon copy With no thoughts or needs or personality Stamp a serial number on my head And lead an uneventful life until I'm dead It's past noon open my eyes Why am I still in this shell? Trying desperately to shed it But everyone thinks I'll regret it I want to be a monarch butterfly And cocoon for a couple weeks Safe in my blankets So far away from the criticism Don't want to change the world Or be a martyr Just wanna be alive Don't want to go for a permanent swim off the Brooklyn bridge No, I just wanna survive The people that love you will do right by you So you don't have to Wish on all the shooting stars And the magic number combinations To be everything that everyone expects you to be Cuz I wish on the shooting stars To identify with my reflection So my mom can stop mourning me And find a reason to wake up in the morning