Controlled

Sick of being controlled
Of being told what to do
Who to be with, where to go
Being treated like I have no clue

I have a mind of my own
But for that, I get stoned
Like in the old days
Persecuted for who I am

I want to break free
But its just so hard
Want to go to the sea
Away from this control

I want ro live my own life
With whomever I please
Tired of loving in strife
I won't get on my knees

Won't ask you for a thing
Won't obey you anymore
You words, they do sting
So ill leave, and the world ill explore