The horse drives on, never given a choice.
The canvas is painted, no choice on what to be.
The sailor moves his boat with the wind, no choice on where the wind blows.
What if they chose?
If the horse chose where to go?
If the canvas chose what to be?
If the sailor chose where to sail?
They would still be beautiful, but free.
Can't they still create the same effect without being forced?
Can't you see that's us?
There wasn't an I, there's only a you.
There isn't a choice for me.
I get the grades,
and I play the games.
I do everything you ask, but
there's always something more.
Every time I live up to the standards, I fail somewhere else.
Why can't I be free and choose?
My picture will be better than the one you paint for me.
I can make it beautiful, why do you keep me on a tight leash?
What are you scared of? Loosing me?
You've already crushed my dreams and my trust.
Is there anything else you can ruin?