Crowded

Lost in a world, video screens Famous is all we want to be Desperate to be known So we make ourselves a clone And shed our skin Where do we end or begin? Nobody knows anymore What's all this living for? Anyways What's all this living for? Anyways We locked ourselves in our own cages Swallowed the key Civil war in our own minds in hope to be free Oh to be known, to be loved To be happy It must be What all this livings for Anyways What all this livings for Anyways They don't really care about me They don't even really know me We're all crowded but acting lonely I want people who don't want me