As i sit here wanting to cry
you stand there yelling words of pain
i want so bad to tell you,
you can't choose my life for me.
i feel trapped, like this voice that
is refused and rejected.
as the curtain of the first scene
rises on the stage of my life,
you place me there as a puppet,
holding my strings, controlling
deciding, acting my every move.
i put up with it all, the pain,
the pressure, all the hurt and you don't care.
i know you want the best for me but honestly, what you want and
what i want are two differnt things.
now you got me thinking "go to sleep"
sounds good to me, the lure of
freedom is murmuring in my head,
im on the edge of this black haze that is MY PLIGHT!
