Branded

Your brand is what you see in the mirror, man The reflection of your choices A facade moulded by the devil's hand Shouldering those corrupted little voices You strayed from the path for a while Because it would be fun they said Quietly knowing you would lose your smile While chasing ecstasy instead You forgot to read the fine printing Those clauses that have defined you A life of being outclassed and wanting A dull and weathered unpolished shoe Ask what happened to your personality That vibrant inner beauty you had The part of you that welcomed reality And embraced life's good with it's bad Its a virtue you need more of lately So find that laughter that caused your tummy ache The one that made friends think you were crazy Interestingly happy and maybe slightly baked For God's sake smile you bastard Let the world see who you really are inside That your soul is not grey and haggered Wear your brand like you have nothing to hide