Do you think you know what it’s like to be me,
Do you think you’ve seen the things I see,
Do you think you know what is right,
Do you think you know why I can’t sleep at night,
Do you think you can fix me by making rules,
Or often treating me like I’m a fool,
Do you think the stipulations pushed upon my being,
Will somehow equate to something meant to be freeing,
Do you think my full potential can only be reached,
When my privacy is forcefully breached,
Do you think you’re like an angel standing over my shoulder,
When really you’re the devil and your heart still gets colder,
Do you think that something that’s never worked before,
Still could possibly be my cure,
Do you think when I say no that I really mean yes,
Do you think I don’t know what really is best,
Do you think when you talk that I wont ignore,
Do you think I wont do what I’ve always done before,
I hate to tell you but you think all the wrong things,
So back away and give me the chance to spread my wings,
Maybe then you will finally conceive,
The one single thing that you’ve always refused to believe,
Maybe I have something to teach and you to learn,
And then maybe my trust and my confidence you will earn.
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