you know it's ironic how you keep telling me to speak my mind,

even though you put tape over my mouth everytime, now that isn't so kind.

you know it's ironic how you tell me that im so quiet, when you've never given me a chance to speak love.

you know it's ironic how you tell me that i look down too much,

that i need to look towards the sky and such,

but yet you hammer me down like a nail, with your awful words, making me feel like i'm trapped in a jail cell.

*Oh, the irony.
Oh, the irony.
Oh, the irony.