Her mind is racing while her body is still;
she has no control over her own free will.
Everyone makes her decisions;
yet she's the only one who sees her visions.
Ruining her life,
stabs like a knife,
doing it entirely wrong,
no wonder she isn't strong;
just let her sing her fucking song.

Living this life makes her irritable;
her every move they claim as vital.
They don't understand;
she wants to choose, let her mind expand.
Give her control,
she can lead her role,
her life's not a free throw,
or a goddamn talk show;
give her the freedom to live, let her go.
 
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