Bash me down - destroy me,
for all of this I can't be.
Give up your oppression,
that leads us to depression.

We'll be all that we can,
perfection is just out of hand.
Maybe I can reach if I stretch,
this plan is no more than a simple sketch.

Don’t think of what we once had,
don’t look down at your empty hands.
Think of what we’ll soon have,
be as happy as you can.

We’ll shape shift to smiling faces,
let it go  to different places.
Forget the pain we’re in now,
we’ll be more than they allow.

I don’t need your advice,
I’ll be free from your torture device.
Forget my name – you won’t hear it again.
You’re to blame.

Lay my head down to sleep,
now I have my own life to keep.
Nothing, now, I have to fear,
your voice, I cannot hear.


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