• It could’ve been my way
    I could’ve been able to make my own decisions.
    To think for myself.
    To be in control of my own life.
    To plan my future days.
    But someone always has to judge me,
    And change any of the decisions I make myself.
    Telling me what to do and what to think.
    Being told when to breathe and when not to.
    I’m not even sure if I get a choice when to end my own life.

    So for all of these reasons I cry.
    Scared of what will come next.
    Scared of how fast or how slow my pain will go by.
    A bomb has set off in a city in my mind
    And no one survived.
    I don’t want all these problems
    All this control.
    I want my life back.
    The life that I lost.

    The world is spinning in circles all around me.
    It’s all going by and by.
    As I see the same pattern over and over again.
    And it won’t stop.
    No matter how much I give for it to.