Forced...
Ever since I turned fourteen,
They have controlled me,
Not let me fulfill my own dreams.
I am fourteen and I have a job
Sometimes this pressure is just to hard
That I hide in my room, and begin to sob.
They don't know how much pressure they're putting on me,
Can't they see?
I can't do what they wanted me to be.
I feel that I've been robbed of my childhood,
If I had an option to relive my life,
There would be no doubt, I would.
I wish life were like a game,
When you get a broken heart,
You could just press the button that says restart.
But that isn't the way life is,
Life doesn't work the way we wish,
He wants me to live my life just like he lived his.
But I'm taking a stand for myself,
I won't let him control me,
Even if I have to hide it from him, even If i have to stealth.
I'm going to be, what I want to be,
I'm gonna make my dreams come true...
Just wait, I'll make all of you believe!
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