The in crowd.

Doesn’t anyone here live an original life

Or did you surrender to be on the inside?

When you disappear they won’t remember your name

And you'll fade away and someone takes your place.

Takes your place

In the in crowd

I don’t need anything that I can’t find in me

All my life, I have been, out of line, at the end

Waiting for something more, something new to begin

Waiting for something more, some way to fit in.