I do my job with a smile
A sweet, sickening smile.
You know that my 'have a good day!'
Is far from sincere
You know that I don't want to be here
Yet I come every day, anyway,
And I don't make any attempts to escape
So what does that say
About me?

He looks down on me
Not with belittling eyes
They are soft, softer than the pillows on his bed.
They are a deep brown that swallows me, distracts me from everything terrible.
They are addictive, absolutely necessary for me to get through the day.

I feel so alive today.
By tomorrow I'll feel dead.
And yes, I know it's all in my head
All imaginary, you said.

I'm hearing it again -
The voice.
I don't want to, though;
It isn't by choice.

She fools herself
Every day
She won't be happy
Unless she gets her way
And if she doesn't
There's a high price to pay
Regardless of your feelings,
That price won't be waived.

Please, let's defy nature
Let's be stronger than our urges
Let's give it a thought before we pursue
And despite all of those things we're expected to do
Let's just be ourselves and let others be too.

I lied to you;
I don't know why.
The point is, though, that I'm not fine.
Every day someone crosses the line.
Every day I feel so **** confined.