they say reach for the stars but i can't see the sky

i’m sick of them telling me who i should be
but i’m lost on my own so i sit & agree
feels like every decision i make has a catch
i can’t quite reach the low bar despite how i stretch

if you don’t have opinions, you’ll never be wrong
that’s the line that i swallowed for who-knows-how long
the worst falsehoods are ones that you feed to yourself
should have read the ingredients; put it back on the shelf

how can i climb to the top of the mountain without
knowing where it is, how i’m supposed to turn out
what’s the goal, what’s the dream, what’s the prize
that my eyes
are supposed to be on; all my wants feel like lies
and i see the occasions, i’m willing to rise
all these tries
to fit in but the clothes
aren’t my size