No matter what i feel,
you always tell me it shouldnt be real
you say i have the perfect life,
and i have no reason to feel such strife
you tell me you understand
but thats only when the cards are dealt with your own hand
I only wish you could be me for a day
and then model you like you're a piece of clay
Well, i wont be a puppet controlled with strings,
and i will feel whatever i want to feel on all the different
things