You can tell me how I feel
You can control my every move
Tell me where to go,
Please,
Tell me where to go
Tell me you're pretty,
Tell me I'm sorry,
But who's the one to blame?
You tell me how to talk,
You steal me from myself
Tell me where to go,
Please,
Tell me where to go
Tell me I'm worthless,
Tell me I'm sane,
Maybe I'm the one to blame.
You can't tell me what to do,
You can't control me
I know where to go
Now,
I'm bigger then I know now
Tell you I'm worth it,
Tell you I've made it
I've made mistakes
But you're the one to blame.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Mean Anything to Me
PoetryPoetry about things that you could understand, but not in the way I understand it.
