I CAN’T.

Why is every way I move

Trumped by you so I must lose

Life is not a carousel

This is living some kind of hell.

You can see my point of view

What I do you simply skew

You can live your life alone

I would like to make a home.

But I can’t…I can’t

You’re in the road every time

I can’t…I can’t

This is my life and my life is mine.

I am tired of playing the fool

Living my life by your rule

Life is not your carousel

This is not mine it’s your hell!