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?