You think you know me but you don't,
You shove your fingers down my throat,
And leave the words I'll never say,
But what they are's not what you claim.
I sit aside and bite my tongue,
And know that just because I'm young,
I still know more of life than you,
And do the things you'll never do.
But I when I sit and reminisce,
There's surely joys of life I've missed,
A mother's word, a father's arm;
Other than what keeps me far.
A simple day to be a child;
A time to just lean back and smile.
And yet these words are coming out,
The ones I swore I'd live without,
The ones you thieves carved in my voice,
And always claimed it was my choice.