Two days in a row, stuck in the same mess
my head is in the clouds, but it feels more like a pain
you making me your puppet, telling me what to say
can't take it anymore, any of this silly game
I'm going home, the place where I belong
where my heart comes from
and there's nothing but freedom
I'm going home, to see the people that I love
to make my way through the door
and let them see my world
Weekend all alone, nobody who controls
I pour my soul onto, the cold cold rain
my hands write tragedies, even a rock could feel
then the weekend's over, back to puppetry
Run, run through the cold freezing rain
let it wash what's been washed from your brain
Stop, stop making a fool out of me
Put an end to what won't let you free
S.K.
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