Lyrics
Sat in a room
It looks like an office
The workers are shouting
And so are the bosses
But I'm in the corner
My back to the conference
With both my hands tied to the chair
They're talking about me but I don't need to be there
It feels like a joke
That I'm sat at the table
They push me to speak
But they know I'm unable
What they want me to say?
You tell me to choose
Then you take all my options away
I wouldn't say it hurts
If anything I'm feeling numb
You got me you got me you got me
Pressed under your thumb
I wouldn't say I'm livin
But I know for sure I ain't dead
You got you got
You got control over my head
Paint me with makeup
And give me a dress
I feel like a failure
But lookin' my best
O-oh
It feels like a game
Everyone's winning and I haven't learnt how to play
I wouldn't say it hurts
But I wouldn't say i feel fine
Scold me and mould me control me
Just hold me and help me I beg you to let me decide