You sit there, just writing up your own recipe
Five cups of artificiality; half a teaspoon of me
Setting up the stage; tying on the puppet strings
Chaining me to the ground; cutting off my wings
You’re living not only your life, but mine as well
Watching me scream as I’m locked up in cold cell
Under the weight of your expectations and laws
I’m dancing to your music, waiting for applause
But I’m done playing life the way you have decreed
I’m ready to break away, and I’m ready to be freed
Ready to be the person that I’ve always been inside
The person that for all this time I thought had died
I’ll dance my own dance and sing my own song
I’ll find the voice that’s been here within me all along
Break away from this prison; the key has been found
Breaking the surface just as I thought I had drowned
She took her bows and now she’s far out of sight
Never to be seen again; she disappeared into the night
Now I’m rewriting the recipe you were so eager to decree
I cross out artificiality and leave it with just 100% me