Whose is this face I see in the mirror?
Whose is this life in which I am trapped?
I never seem to have a choice about things
Everything is mapped and regulated for me
Parental prerogative means they run free
They can tell me what to do
Because to them I’m still their child
Whilst to me it’s a case of who?
Is it me
All those people seem to like?
Is it me
Not in trouble for one in my life?
Is it me
Things almost went my way?
Is it me
Who can say?
I’m them, but then, I’m not
And if you turned the world inside out
There would still be a lot of trouble
Problems and feelings running through my mind
And how can I express what I don’t even know?
When she called me I looken but did I see?
Was she looking, was it even at me?
Will I ever set my mind free?