I'm my own man now,
in charge of my own things.
I'm not your fucking puppet!
Do you see any strings?
You're controlling and relentless,
using people like they're tools.
No longer will I take it.
I've had it with your rules:
Pay attention,
don't be late,
keep your eyes forward,
and sit up straight.
All ears on me,
mouth closed while you chew,
do as I say,
not as I do.
You've pushed me away.
I can't stand it anymore.
Trust me, another word,
I'm out the fucking door.
It's tough to swallow,
on the truth you'll be chokin
The problem with your rules,
They're made to be broken.