Can sorry be said in a thousand ways?
Can it be accepted in years and days?
Can it be the lullaby I sing to you
Or do you think that this isn’t true?

I know that many have their views
And that what we do shouldn’t be apart of their daily news
But what if I want the world to understand
That I want to put a silver ring on your left hand?

What if I’m over trying to hide who I am?
That if life’s a game, it sure as hell feels like an exam
One where we are told what’s wrong and right
Where we aren’t allowed to chose between dark or light

Because society has moulded us into puppets
Ones that have been hit by one too many bullets
Even so, I guess what we feel has always been a mask
Whether we had the choice to be apart of their task

I think that if one of us ever asked out in worry
I think they’d only reply sorry
But I’m done being moulded into their toy
Its about time that I start fighting for my own joy

- E.A.F