they try to mold me
and shape me
inside thier heads they rape me
seeing what changes they should make
because i'm just a piece of clay
they press thier hands against me
and they cultivate my skin
reaching deep into my mind
to see what's left to change within
i fight so hard
to make them stop
because thier pain and greed
is tearing me apart
i feel alone
and so ahamed
i look for someone else to blame
i know they will not stop
because to them
i'm just another piece of clay...
I'm broken and abused
I'm made into what they want me to be,
but thier dirty hands
and dirty minds
ignore the words i've said
I try to make them happy but..
Thier ideas always change.
They destroy me and remake me
as they're laying in thier beds.
I feel undless.
I feel bound.
My feet are planted in the ground.
No where to run.
Hooked to these chains.
Down my cheeks my tears do stain.
I struggle to get loose
before they try to break me
and reshape me
but i find that it's no use
because i'm just a piece of clay...
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Your not my god,
your not my friend,
your not the ones that i will walk with in the end,
Your not the truth,
your a temporary shot,
and you Ruin peoples' lives and you don't give a second thought
