With a leash around my neck i bow to drink.
Commands telling me where to step and how to breath.
They claim to know what i truelly need.
Know whats best. What will make me succeed.
Yet deny me life and the right to live.
They dont trust my words, call me rash and impatiant.
Believe i'm a teenager who knows not right from wrong.
To be free, what should i do?
Runaway from home or commit teenage suicide.
They think they know best.
When really, they dont know who i am at all.