Tell me why I’m here
Tell me what to say
Funny it’s a chore
But it’s a game to play
I hear the timer ticking
Like we’re on a clock
You’d be the last to know
If it were to stop
Tell me who I am
What is this all for?
Tell me what it’s worth
So that I’ll want more
Who are we to you?
Do you even care?
You took it all from us
Told us life ain’t fair
Who are you to say that this is wrong
How could you really think you did a job well done
You act like you’re in charge
Giving all your orders
To get in line behind the lines you swear were drawn
Tell us how to think
Tell me when to smile
Tell them what to see
Make it worth their while
Make it hard to speak
Tell me words mean nothing
Tell me you’re above me
It would be easy to believe
Who am I to say what’s right from wrong
Who are we but filthy people constantly moving along
We’re distracted, amused and left in the dark
We don’t even know that we’re in prison we’ve gotten so used to the bars
Am I not my own
Is this what I know
Or what you told me
Am I all alone
Are we going home
Or dying slowly
Am I beautiful?
Do I fit the mold
Of anything at all?
How can I heal when I don’t know I’m bleeding
How do we live without a life worth living
Can I start again
Can I make amends
With every part of myself that I couldn’t name
Is this just a game
Was I beautiful?
Did I fit the mold
Of anything at…
