Emi

Recipe

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