I stare out the misty window
I realize how little we truly know
We know very little about mankind
We fail to understand the complex mind
We don't comprehend the choices we make
We don't understand the actions we take
We don't know where we first came from
Or what we will one day become
No one person is flawless
No one lives the perfect dreams
But everyone wants to be someone else
At least that's the way it seems
No one likes who they are
Because what we dream is better by far
