Stop telling me what to do
Go back to bed
And stare at the ceiling
Like you always do
Stop coming in here
And giving me commands
I know you only do it
Cuz he's got you tied at the hands
Your a puppet
And he's the puppeteer
Do something right
And he's all like "Oh, my sweet dear!"
But do something wrong and you'll know what you'll get
Loud yelling and screaming
And words so demeaning
Your a dummy
And he's a ventriloquist
You have no power
And he's just so sour
I tell you all the time
You don't need his permission
To do what you like
It's not a big mission
I tell you this
But all you do is give me a blank stare
I look into your eyes and there's nothing there
I thought you were better,
I thought you were sane
I guess I was wrong
You'll never be the same
I hope I'm not like you
Ten years from today
When I have my own kids
And my own bills to pay
And I pray I never find
Someone like him
Who turned my once bright light
So very dim
I want to be happy
I hope for the best
I want to be happy
So I can finally get some rest
