I see it in your eyes. I see it in your touch. I hear it in your voice. You're tired of living lie of a thing you call life. You don't want to live another day pretending to be someone you aren't. You try to break away from all you are being told to do and say. You can try and fight it, but they have things they can use against you. They can either make you or break you, but they don't know you. It's sad because you don't even know who you are any more. You try to find yourself, but you can't because you have grown accustomed to  their ways.


You aren't you, you never were. You were always what they wanted you to be. Not You, But Them...