Everything she tells me is true.
I seek to impress,
I seek to understand.

I don't choose what my happiness is,
What I believe in,
What I laugh at.

They choose it for me.

I don't know how to disconnect.
I don't know how to stop,
because it's what I've taught myself.

She says I was most myself,
when I was away.
How can I bring myself to that standard?

They've taken that privilege away

I want to go back.
Back to that weekend.
So I know what it's like to be free.

Honestly I don't know myself anymore,
because everything I have done,
everything I ever though I believed...

*They'd chosen it for me