In a world where we wear different masks
Pretending to be something we're not
We strive for acceptance and validation
but at what cost?

We chase after papercrowns
hoping to make our dreams come true.
Yet in the end, they're just illusions
found fading with the morning dew.

We sacrifice our true selves
to fit into a mold.
The emptiness inside us
cannot easily be sold.

longing for someone to see us
for who we really are.
To break down the walls you've built
and look at you like the stars.

We'll crumble someday
like a papercrown made of leaves.
That doesn't mean we're worthless
we're just waiting to be believed.