You control the radio in the car

forcing your ways into me.

I fight back with my mp3

trying to resist, trying to stay.

The stereos too loud, I blast my headphones,

but nothing.

Your message leeks through

and gets to me.

I fight and fight but nothing.

So im left with one thing.

I jump out of the car past the grasp you have on me.

Now it’s only me.

I can grow and choose for myself,

with out you pressing down on me.

I’ll show you,

now im winning.

Ill show you that your not needed