Seven
What have we conformed our lives to fit
A certain shade of what they think is right or how to live
Are we made of
Movements just controlled by strings that are hanging over our heads
Tugging on the very thing we call decision
Trust ourselves, do we trust ourselves
Send me a sign
Show me your face or speak
I'm dying to know am I still in control
Look in my eyes and tell me I'm not insane
Or I'll fall into place like everyone else
So many days I've questioned why do I owe you anything
Paying dues to something that I never see
What a waste, is it all a waste on
Movements just controlled by strings that are hanging over our heads
Tugging us against ourselves to cause confusion
Lately I can tell I can trust myself
Send me a sign
Show me your face or speak
I'm dying to know am I still in control
Look in my eyes and tell me I'm not the same
Or I'll fall into place like everyone else
People walk the walk they're told
And honestly it's getting old
We all can try to fit a mold
But it might be time to walk alone
But it might be time to walk alone
Send me a sign
Show me your face or speak
I'm dying to know am I still in control
Look in my eyes and tell me I'm not insane
I won't fall into place like everyone else
A certain shade of what they think is right or how to live
Are we made of
Movements just controlled by strings that are hanging over our heads
Tugging on the very thing we call decision
Trust ourselves, do we trust ourselves
Send me a sign
Show me your face or speak
I'm dying to know am I still in control
Look in my eyes and tell me I'm not insane
Or I'll fall into place like everyone else
So many days I've questioned why do I owe you anything
Paying dues to something that I never see
What a waste, is it all a waste on
Movements just controlled by strings that are hanging over our heads
Tugging us against ourselves to cause confusion
Lately I can tell I can trust myself
Send me a sign
Show me your face or speak
I'm dying to know am I still in control
Look in my eyes and tell me I'm not the same
Or I'll fall into place like everyone else
People walk the walk they're told
And honestly it's getting old
We all can try to fit a mold
But it might be time to walk alone
But it might be time to walk alone
Send me a sign
Show me your face or speak
I'm dying to know am I still in control
Look in my eyes and tell me I'm not insane
I won't fall into place like everyone else
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Writer(s): Matthew Jackson
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