They tell us what we do is our choice
Then they tell us what to do and when to do and wonder why we rebel
Saying it’s our future, not theirs
But is it really
I mean…
They tell us when to eat, sleep, and breathe
Tell us to think this way as to another when it comes down to certain things
Then they punish us if we choose to disobey their will
Leaving us confused wondering what we did wrong
Because I swore this was our life, our choice, our will
But apparently in the fine print it reads theirs
So without us knowing we sold our souls to them
Giving them a second chance at life by stealing the life that was meant to be ours
But of course we are wrong to rebel
We are wrong to claim something that belong to us in the first place
So we remain dumbfounded staring at the white wall
The wall as blank as our freewill  
What a deal we made just by opening our eyes
Not realizing the repercussions of our decisions until it was too late  
Now we are slaves in our own living remains
Being taunted by the light that is just outside of our reach
But we don’t cry, better yet we can’t cry because the tears dried up years ago
So the truth is we are empty shells of our former selves
Being controlled by the strings that are attached to our limbs
So yeah…
We are puppets.
Living this non existing reality we call our lives