Picture this - I'm sick and tired
Of all those f****** games you play,
I feel irritated on those words you say
When I think of that, I feel blank every day.You're not my lord, my master
To behave me like I'm your slave,
I want you to shut your mouth
All I want is space and for you, to behave.
I hate to say the words you hate to hear,
But you forced me to do what you don't like
For the reason you've crossed the borderline
I feel like s*** and the feeling doesn't seem light.
You can console me,
But you can't control me
You can consult to me
Never to insult me.
There are places
And faces I can call home,
But don't tell me what to do
I want you to know, I'm not your own.
