You Are Nothing

You move through these crowds like a ghost

No one's seeing you now

I don't mind, you're not my type

This shade of blue on you is so powerful

I can't help but stare

Just who are you? I'm so confused

We weren't all made the same

I guess that God's to blame

So put the world to shame

And make the minions scream your name

Behind the sky the stars shine down

You look around and you're alone

You don't mind, you're in your prime

This shattered dream that you hold to

Cuts your hands like you're holding glass

Let it go, just let this go

We weren't all made the same

I guess that God's to blame

So put the world to shame

And make the minions scream

The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars

The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars

It comes with practice, you lose yourself

It comes with practice, you lose yourself

It comes with practise, you lose yourself

It comes with practise, you forget just what you are

We weren't all made the same

I guess that God's to blame

So put the world to shame

And make the minions scream your name

We weren't all made the same

I guess that God's to blame

So put the world to shame

And make the minions see

The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars

The stars, the stars, the stars, the stars