Confinement

Confined. Trapped in this place

They've got locks on my door

Im chained. My hands, my feet

They want to keep me here

 

 

Trying to cut off my air

Trying to keep from being me

Reading my thoughts, they know

Know of my plans to escape

 

They make the chains tighter

My wrists starting bleeding

The pressures cutting into me

Why must they do this to me?

 

 

Im like a puppet, Following the rules

Now its time to cut the strings

No more control over me.

Your not my puppet master.

I control the show.