I'm tired of you telling me what to do
I'm tired of repeating what you say
I'm tired of you telling me
How to act how to play
How to live my life.
They say you only want the best for me
But that is not very right.
One day I will show you
How I choose to live
We'll see who wins
I'll be free
You will find out
You never got me
You never got to me.

I wonder if one day
You will say my name
And ask me me to help you.
I will smile and say few words.
"So you remembered I was here"
I am not sure what I will do
I'm not sure if I'll help.
I will show you
How I love how I act
What I choose
Tell me now,
Did I drive you mad?
Did I get to you?

-3nwlry