and then they wonder...

Ive been wrong, but ive gotten along,
nobody is the master of me

I’ve been running, as time keeps flying,
ive only got a minute to breathe

So many expectations, so many rules-
so many things I should and shouldn’t do

Every little chapter has an expiry date,
if I don’t finish up then It’ll be too late-

I’m sitting in somebody else’s boat it seems,
manned by the gondolier of society

My hands are tied, my every action watched-
and criticized by everybody

How can I please everyone I meet,
how can I make sure everyone is happy

Midnight monsters come sneaking up,
on gossip wings and rumor stained feet…

I wish, a futile wish,
one I know can never come true-

Is there any point, in praying for freedom-
or am I just being played for a fool

Come dance with me, take my hand,

and then they wonder why we run away

I would rather be a gypsy, wandering freely-
than be pinned down under my name

Growing up, I had no idea, that even in this one life;
we must act with a mask

And if they should see you, for who you are-
they will hunt you and crush you so fast

I don’t want to hide, I don’t want to be tied down-

I don’t want to be judged

But clearly in a world such as this,
all of that is asking for way too much

Its time to go far again I think,
time to find a place where I’m in the comfort
of strangers...

And if they can clear out their eyes- they’ll admit-
“we can’t really even blame her”

Not worth my effort, not worth my pain-
not worth my attention or even my disdain

They will say what they want to, I guess its okay-
this hunger will drive them insane

And as for me, I could disguise my motives;
I could play out my part and be a rag doll

But you didn’t make me, and you can’t break me:
I'm living both within, and beyond my own walls