Monday, April 19, 2010

Let Me Live

Sitting with the whole family in the living room
That’s something that rarely happens
And someone’s the boss in here who speaks all the time
N you have to follow like a kid follows a teacher when she sings a rhyme

All the time, all the time, all this time

N I end up realizing that even my thoughts aren’t mine
I feel like I just can’t take anymore n it’s getting over my spine
They say let’s have a broadened conversation n speak your hearts out
But I’m sick just of listening to them n my head’s full of doubt
I just wanna get out of here, I’m freaking out at the moment
Finding all what’s being said is just all muck n the people around so dominant

Might be old, might be aged, might be experienced
That doesn’t mean I’m a fool or so innocent
Not to understand what’s going on in there
Treating me like a kid, that’s so not fair

If you wanna treat me like a kid then do it completely

Whenever I commit a mistake then I’m all grown
I wonder when I don’t like what’s going on why I shouldn’t frown
Whenever I don’t do something then again I’m the one at fault
N then I see the scolding just won’t stop or come at halt

I don’t understand how I grow up & again turn down small
In a day…I don’t find find myself getting short or tall
How come someday I need them to catch me when I fall
N just the another day I’m big enough to suffer from that fall
Seeking out permission to go out with friends to a nearby mall
It hurts a lot when you are turned down with an excuse that you are still quite small

At times I wonder when I could get out of this all
Big enough for them to resist each n every fall
N even if I fall down I would again stand up tall
N prove them wrong in everything they say from one till all

But as of now I’m freaking out…I’m in a complete mess
I need to proof them all that I’m no less
Than anybody around…in anything I do…
Don’t need a reason to do something for me or you..

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