A feeling most desire
That feeling of fame
Like when you walk into a room
And everyone knows your name.
But what if you want popularity,
And that popularity doesn't want you?
What if you're not accepted?
Or you can't fit in?
How would you feel?
Lost like a child in the forest.
Maybe you feel free,
Free to be yourself,
Free to make your own choices.
So maybe you're not popular at the end of the day,
Like that jock in the letterman jacket who walks down the hallway.
But it doesn't matter because you're a star
There's no better you
Than the you that you are.