They Keep Telling Me

They tell me how to walk
they tell me how to sleep
they tell me how to talk
they tell me how to feel.

they give me instructions
for everything i do
like they have nothing
better to look forward to.

They say we're your well-wisher
Oh! really!
well they seem to be villans
in my life's picture.

The old recorder keeps playing
"Its not the right time"
"its not the right place"
"you should be studying and not playing".

I guess your not the right guide
or maybe I'm not the right follower
whatever it maybe
onething i surely know
your just a night mare
which has to get over.

I've had enough of you
and I wont take it anymore
your through messing with me
and now you should know
I'm not your cuup of tea.

you tried to control my life,
because you didnt have on your own
and you kept stabbing my wounds
with your honey coated knifes.

But its the end of it all
I'm going to break through
and do what i want to,
its my life after all.