We all watch what we're doing,
Every moment,
Every day,
Our movements can be misleading,
And we do watch what we say,
It's as if we're under a watchful eye,
That monitors our motions,
There's been a stopper shoved down my throat,
And I've swallowed what's left of my notions,
With all these limits I've set for myself,
I feel I can never be whole,
But honey let me share the truth,
My pen bleeds my heart and soul.
