label on her bag

So, the other day I went to the mall with my mom, and I saw this gil with an Abercrombie bag, and I had a Hot Topic bag. So, I wrote this... Just listen. Or, er, read I guess.

You can tell by the logo on her bad that she could not be your friend,
no matter what- I mean, since when have Abercrombie and Hot Topic ever been freinds?
Prep and punk don't mix- or so you've heard.

[C:] Could it be that labels define us?
Get into your mind
and f*** with your mind?
Just Screw you over and leave you to die?
I don't know. Do labels define me?
Get into my mind
and f*** with my mind?
Will they screw me over and leave me to die?

Die- What a cruel harsh word but it'll happen someday
oh, boo hoo. get over it.
Why the long face and the scars on her arms?
Maybe there's more to her than you tink.
But then she glares at her bag. Oh f*** that.

[C]

Labels ar props used by them to try to define you
Let them define me? NO!
We're undefineable.

If we were meant to be labled, we'd come with a price tag.
Or is the price tag the logo on her bag? Her shirt, your shoes, her purse, your earrings, her rhinestone phone, your aviator glasses?
You're guilty of lableing. So am I- I'll admit it.
But there's more than life to this!

Join with me- throw off your clothes! Cast away your labels, your price tags, your stickers, your makeup.
And hug the girl with the Abrcrombie Bag.