Judged

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