What are you these little blue pills
You are supposed to make me hapy but all you seem to do is make everyone else happy
What about me, do i matter at all to you?
Or are you just mocking me
Could it be that you are slowly tyurning me into the conformist vision of a teenage girl?
Maybe that's what i should or what i would like to be
But i'll never know because you are now the one who runs my life
It's not me thinking, it's you
You are the one inside my head telling me what everyone else would like me to do
Not me, I don't make decisions, it's all you, I have no fun it's all you
These little blue pills