You don't own me,
But you wish you did.
I feel that life is moving way too fast.
But I don't hear,
You think it's easy to make believe that I still care.
Sometimes I praise you now,
But there's no better way to make you understand,
The truth will hurt, especially when your right,
But mostly when your wrong.
That's what you are,
There has to be a willingness to change the both of us.
You say you listen,
But you don't hear.
I'm sick and tired of trying to make my conscience clear.