Once I hold on - I won't let go til it bleeds

For you have me strung up high

On a tightrope of your expectations

I'm bound to fall sooner or later

And the one to catch me won't be you

For I have lived your ways too long

And jaded I have become

Despite this, despite everything -

I am happy

For through this, I have become strong

But still I am weighted down by oppression

Lack of fundamental expression

Spreads confusion like wildfire

And once again, I'm caught in the flames

How many times must I die to be re-born?

How many times must I be shot down?

When will I learn that my free will is paid for...

And the reciept has just been placed in my hand?