One of us.

I see a squirrel digging into an artificial lawn,
across the road a man thinks I owe him some love.
I'm still looking for a reason to be here,
so I guess I'm really one of us.

I stop my sport watch & its strap breaks.
It gives me high-five cause my heart's working great,
but I know this morning I had too much cake,
so I guess I'm really one of us.

I think on how to get noticed on clubhouse,
it gets harder to hide the resentment of the turnouts.
Layers & layers I open up, still not enough,
so I guess I'm really one of us.

Feeling tired but the videos recorded my smiles,
leaves it to others to decide my worth.
It lets up the pressure of this beautiful dark cloud,
so I guess I'm really one of us.