Who They Want You To Be

Singled out,,,running as far as i could, societies pressure to perfection, i just couldn't look, rather to choose the underdog instead, to get their label of perfection out of my head, i did not want to be who they proclaimed, it hurt me so deeply, it all seemed so fake, so i ran, ran as fast as i can, to the nearest exit to breathe again, finding you, Lord, in the simple things, in that freedom to worship you, my heart can sing, in the quiet, i feel you there, my heart can breathe again, you are my air.