Teksty: The Used. The Used. Choke Me.

Free from myself, my surroundings, my teachers
What have they made of me?
An image of man, I never set out to be
A hollow shell of happiness, the real truth lies inside
I've tried to break this cage, I've really tried

Beautiful outside and ugly inside or is it the other way around?
A reflection of rejection, I will not not play your game
Your definition of beauty is just too insane
Try to break free from what captures me
Try to set free, what's inside me