You block out my sunshine. Blot out my sky.
How am I supposed to spread my wings?
How am I supposed to fly?
I am suffocating and hungry.
How do I believe you when you say you love me?
I dream of greatness and you tell me it doesn't exist
I talk of achievements and you tell me "you're only good for this"
Everyday every night your relentless gaze I fight
so what do I do when everyone says mirrors don't lie?
Do I believe in me or do I lay down and die?
